Quotes About Searching

There are no sure answers, only better questions.

It's not like I have all the answers.

You know I was always looking out for age appropriate roles.

I live from one tentative conclusion to the next, thinking each one is final. The only thing i know for sure is that I'am confused.

A joyful task,' he says and she realizes that he welcomes the idea of years of searching, tile by tile, inscription by inscription, cornice by cornice and niche by niche, that the painstaking search of Sinan's greatest achievement, decades long, is the holy task; that the secret letter is cut in every stone and tile. By the time you find it, you have realized the supreme unimportance of finding it. A Sufi lesson.

Someone saw Nasrudin searching for something on the ground. 'What have you lost, Mulla?' he asked. 'My key,' said the Mulla. So they both went down on their knees and looked for it. After a time the other man asked: 'Where exactly did you drop it?' 'In my own house.' 'Then why are you looking here?' 'There is more light here than inside my own house.

Liberty is the possibility of doubting, of making a mistake,... of searching and experimenting,... of saying No to any authority — literary, artistic, philosophical, religious, social, and even political.

Jay couldn't fill that empty space with anything. Nothing brought him joy.

The outsider is not sure who he is. He has found an "I", but it is not his true "I".' His main business is to find his way back to himself.

Gorman sensed it was looking for him but could not find him. After several minutes of quartering the area, the object flew toward the ridge and Gorman climbed out from his hiding place and began shouting and taunting the object. Gorman said it blinked several times on and off and then flew away.

The Windows In these dark rooms where I pass such listless days, I wander up and down looking for the windows – when a window opens there will be some relief. But there are no windows, or at least I cannot find them. And perhaps it's just as well. Perhaps the light would prove another torment. Who knows what new things it would reveal?

There was something she should have experienced, something besides this. There was a path somewhere that she could not find. It was and it was not her own fault.

We're all of us prospectors up here, eh, Tyler? Scratchin' for that... that one crack in the ground. Never have to scratch again. I'll let you in on a little secret, Tyler: the gold's not in the ground. The gold's not anywhere up here. The real gold is south of 60 - sittin' in livin' rooms, stuck facin' the boob tube, bored to death. Bored to death, Tyler...Boredom - that's what's wrong. And how do you beat boredom, Tyler?... Adventure.

I'm not lost,I'm just in between places I recognize.

Oriel didn't move. But inside of his head, all was movement, like a river running over rapids, searching for the way through, trying routes around rocks and over shallows, a turbulence of thought more rapid than he could follow. Griff, he knew, would do and say nothing until he heard Oriel's choice.

Writing a novel is actually searching for victims. As I write I keep looking for casualties. The stories uncover the casualties.

Well... 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. -St. Vincent

Somewhere out there, the perfect man you deserve is probably searching for you." Phoebe laughed against his mouth. "Let's hurry, then- we can be married before he gets here.

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." -Sebastian St. Vincent

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.

Do you have information regarding his whereabouts, Mr. Severin?" she asked unsteadily. Tom looked directly at her then, the nonchalant mask temporarily falling away. His intense, searching gaze somehow burned through the numbness of the past twenty-four hours. "No, sweetheart," he said gently, as if there where no one else in the room. The deliberate endearment caused a few breaths to catch audibly, including hers.

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.

Lisa Plumley

But then two lost souls searching for an escape should connect, I reason.