Quotes About Searching

We're blind moles. Creeping through the soil, feeling with our snoots. We know nothing. I perceived this . . . now I don't know where to go. Screech with fear, only. Run away.

I lifted you from the tomb world just now and I will continue to lift you until you lose interest and want to quit. But you will have to stop searching for me because I will never stop searching for you.(Mercer)

Ele está refletindo — disse Coelho —Experimentando a ideia. Não é, Chuck? — É… é — Chuck conseguiu responder. Agora tinha certeza de que Lorde Gosma Veloz procurara Hentman. Alguma coisa avassaladora e lúgubre se desdobrava diante dele, tomando-o de supetão; sentia-se insignificante no meio daquilo, fosse o que fosse. E não tinha como escapulir.

All day I searched shopwindows, record bins, bookstores, even a Greek bakery for a hint of what I can't say.

and asked the I Ching: Should I be here doing this, or should I go on somewhere else and keep searching? The reply came: Keeping still, so that restlessness dissolves; then, beyond the tumult, one can perceive the great laws.

and asked the I Ching: Should I be here doing this, or should I go on somewhere else and keep searching? The reply came: Keeping still, so that restlessness dissolves; then, beyond the tumult, one can perceive the great laws. It went on: As a mountain keeps still within itself, thus a wise man does not permit his will to stray beyond his situation.

Questions, all the questions, everything was a question and there were so few answers.

you ask me what I'm looking for, and I outline you. you don't recognize the shape, offer other names. you say my time will come, and I hope.

Even though I'm seventeen, I guess I still thought this would always be true - that there would always be that lost-and-found, and not the lost-and-still-lost that I am now trapped inside.

He knows he is missing something. He is always missing something. He can never get past the first stop of finding it, which is knowing what it is.

I'm just looking for someone, I hedge. Aren't we all? Infinite Darlene vamps ruefully. I think I'm off the hook, but then she adds, Is it someone special? It's nothing, I say, crossing my fingers. I pray that it's not nothing.

Basis, n. There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you're in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself. If the moment doesn't pass, that's it -- you're done. And if the moment does pass, it never goes that far. It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes it's even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lover's face.

Limbo is the state where there are only questions. That was as far as I'd gotten.

Really, he could be anywhere now, because he wants to be nowhere.

He knows he is missing something. He is always missing something. He can never get past the first step of finding it, which is knowing what it is.

i said 'i don't know' because that had become my answer to everything.

I don't know what I thought I'd find by breaking in here.

Have I mentioned looking in Savona, New York, ever? Or in Cambridge, Massachusetts?

What I really hated, of course, was my mind. There must have been an off switch somewhere, but I was damned if I could find it.

I spent months searching for some secret code before I realized that common sense has nothing to do with it. Hysteria, psychosis, torture, depression: I was told that if something is unpleasant it's probably feminine. This encouraged me, but the theory was blown by such masculine nouns as murder, toothache, and rollerblade. I have no problem learning the words themselves, it's the sexes that trip me up and refuse to stick.

The whole notion of the nursing home was something dreamed up by people like my mother; American women with sunglasses, always searching for their tanning lotion or cigarette lighters.

All this is just a place, she said. And sometimes such a lonely one.

you go back and back and back and it's still easier to find the correct Hoover bag than to find one pure person, one pure faith, on the globe. Do you think anybody is English? Really English? It's a fairy-tale!

I want to stay still and to keep moving. I want this life and another. Don't look for me!