Quotes About Searching

There are no bad men. Just the lost looking to be found, sister.

You know you're from Arizona when you drive two miles around a parking lot looking for a shady place — even in the dead of winter.

I told Greenwald that I didn't consider these factors when I was ten years younger and waiting for just the right guy to pop into my life. It seemed reasonable to think that the longer I searched, the better the guy I'd end up with. But it's faulty logic, she said: The longer you wait, the less likely you are to find someone better than you've already met.

The grand highway is crowded with lovers and searchers and leavers so eager to please, and to forget. Wilderness

Well I walk right on up to your rebel roadside The one that rambles on for a million miles Yes I walk down this road searchin' for your love And my soul too When I find ya I ain't gonna let go.

Carter and Helene still ask questions. I used to ask questions, and I got the answer: nothing. The answer is "nothing.

And honestly, Ive been begging for answers that you, and only you, can give to me. A voice crying loud Ive been crying for days now and as I start to run I stop to breathe.

If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know love when you find it.

God is not alive for many of us.

No matter where you go searching for something, you will come back and find it at home.

Time is a river of passing events and we are the fish searching for an ocean.

I am he who searches hearts and minds, and I will repay each of you according to your deeds" (Revelation 2:23).

If I cease searching, then, woe is me, I am lost. That is how I look at it - keep going, keep going come what may.

She's lost her links to her old world, but she has never felt close to the one she's in now. She's torn in different directions, at a loss.

She leans into the memory. She stares. She concentrates. What IS it that's she's looking for, trying to get straight at last?

When were the people coming back? Where was my boy? Now that I'd found the boy and figured out that my job was to be near him, how could he go away and leave me? When I'd gotten myself out of the big yard and gone into the world, looking for what I needed, I'd never imagined this. Would I be alone forever?

a lo largo de toda la juventud te estuve buscando sin saber lo que estaba buscando

I look for you my curl of sleep my breathing wave on the night shore my star in the fog of morning I think you can always find me I call to you under my breath I whisper to you through the hours all your names my ear of shadow I think you can always hear me I wait for you my promised day my time again my homecoming my being where you wait for me I think always of you waiting

Through all of youth I was looking for you without knowing what I was looking for

Probablemente no habría sido mucho peor (tal vez habría sido mucho mejor) buscar consuelo en las dos monjas del autobuses la avenida Lyons en lugar de en una persona que se delataba en los placeres de las corrupciones habituales e insignificantes que proliferan allí donde la gente compite incluso por las más mínimas ventajas del rango.

These questions are futile to answer. Behind the answer there is another answer, and an answer behind that answer, and on and on.

Believing there is no God does not make the thirst go away.

One looks for some other words but the ideas are always just as dark, just as simple and singularly painful.

We are like people looking for something they have in their hands all the time; we're looking in all directions except at the thing we want, which is probably why we haven't found it.