Quotes About Searching

I've been circling the wagons down at Times Square, trying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits in there.

nowhere in the crowd that

scanning all compass points

What the hell are they all looking for? A way out. A way to the right way out. A way to leave. A way to go. A way to have had it, to have had enough of it, to be done with it. A decent way to give it all over to the giver of it all

How now, spirit! Whither wander you?

Why there's still all this space inside me I don't know.

The most important word in our planet's lexicon is why. We suspect this is true of other galaxies too.

Your still searching for me in every woman. You'll always seek to duplicate what we had. You know it.

The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don't know what that elsewhere is.

God is not a celestial prison warden jangling the keys on a bunch of lifers--he's a shepherd seeking for sheep, a woman searching for coins, a father waiting for his son.

Qué buscas? preguntó. No sabría decirlo susurré: el perdón la mandala ese perdón que es mío y no puedo otorgarme que camina conmigo y no viene de fuera ese perdón arisco que retumba en mis sienes que me oprime y hace brotar las lágrimas que lavan.

That night I'd already had quite a bit to drink. I wandered from bar to bar, until, excessively happy, I was afraid I'd outdo myself: I'd grown too comfortable in my own skin. I was looking for a way to pour some of myself out, before I completely overflowed

You do not need to belong to the cat for a long time to realize the main thing that cats like to do is to wrap theirselves up in mystery, perhaps only except for a hobby of jumbling up everything that is in order. And if the cat can, and usually so, make a great mystery of where it was when you were searching for it even if a moment ago it was sitting by your side, do not have any doubts: its ancestors had a great pleasure to surround its origin by mystery.

Camille, a few feet away, looked like a gypsy who had mislaid his violin and had been searching for it in a hedgerow; he frustrated daily the best efforts of an expensive tailor, wearing his clothes as a subtle comment on the collapsing social order.

There has not been a day since his sudden and mysterious vanishing that I have not been searching for him, looking in the most unlikely places. Everything and everyone, existence itself, has become an evocation, a possibility for resemblance. Perhaps this is what is meant by that brief and now almost archaic word: elegy

When you don't know what you're searching for," he says, "you have to look absolutely everywhere.

She smiled too. 'Have you ever had a boyfriend this bad?' Her words hung in the air a moment. It was the first time any of them had ventured a guess. 'Worse,' he said, 'and girlfriends too. I have terrible taste.' Mary sat down next to him on the bench. 'Girlfriends too?' He nodded and lifted a glass of iced tea to his mouth. 'When you don't know what you're searching for,' he said, 'you have to look absolutely everywhere.

Oh, dear, how can we fix this?' She looks around her frantically, as if a spare baby is likely to go floating by any second and she can quickly scoop it up and hand it over to Sophie.

Now they were merely trying to fill themselves up but not with the heart, not the soul. They'd lost both those along the way...

We are all searching for the fairy tale. When it doesn't come, we try to create it.

I kept scrabbling around in myself for this new indescribable emotion, like stirring a crowded silverware drawer for the potato peeler, but no matter how I rattled around, no matter what I moved out of the way, it wasn't there. The potato peeler is always in the drawer after all. It's under the spatula, it's slipped into the fold of the food-processor guarantee -

nowhere else to go. She went to her handbag and

Well . . ." St. Vincent walked slowly with her to the crowd of dancers. "I'm a wicked man who can, on occasion, be just a bit nice. And I've been searching for a nice girl who can, on occasion, be just a bit wicked.

I thought I would spend the rest of my life searching for little reminders of you...