Quotes About Quest

Persevere in thy quest and thou shalt find what thou seekest. Pursue thy aim unswervingly and thou shalt gain victory. Struggle earnestly and thou shalt triumph.

I am forever on the way

I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.

More important than the quest for certainty is the quest for clarity.

There will never be a grand unified theory, Gloria. We will never find it. Not in our lifetimes, and it'll be too late.

But my overriding goal all along has been a quest for truth—no matter where it may lie, and no matter what inherited dogmas may need to be abandoned in order to attain it.

In this long eternal quest to be more like our Savior, may we try to be "perfect" men and women in at least this one way now—by offending not in word, or more positively put, by speaking with a new tongue, the tongue of angels. Our words, like our deeds, should be filled with faith and hope and charity, the three great Christian imperatives so desperately needed in the world today.

I know you will find what's missing.

Take a deep breath, trust your desires, and embrace the fact that your quest for riches is a quest to become more of who you truly are. We don't all desire to live a huge, fancy life or solve world hunger, that's not what this is about.

Ever seen Xena? Wonder Woman? Weird Science? Yeah. He wants a mythical creature.

There has to be a reason things are the way they are here. If only I can find out what it is.

STEPHEN O'CONNOR Next to Nothing

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne is hungry. He's been looking for something. He's been looking for it since the day he was born.

An invitation. A challenge.

All great lives should have at least one grand mystery.

Who of us knows just why we do what we do, much less another's whys, or what we're after? Art is not like that; cut and dried and hit-at like a bull's eye and done for a reason and explained away by this or that motive. It's climbing and striving for something always beyond.

None cannot find who seeketh, on this terrestrial ball...

The heaven we chase

I am out with lanterns looking for myself

Watzisname, where are Silky and Moon-Face?

troll-riding dwarf

Volg de bollen. - Turf

The goggles were cool. Girls loved them. Or so the driver thought. In his mind's eye he saw himself as a grim-faced daredevil. Sprites were like that. Give a fairy a pair of wings and he thinks he's God's gift to women. But Chix Verbil's ill-fated quest to impress the dames is, once again, another story.

The Jeep inched forward at a painfully slow rate, made all the more excruciating by the anticipation building in Artemis's chest. He could suppress it no longer. Could they at last be at the end of their quest? After six false alarms across three continents, could this wine-sodden healer be the gold at the end of the rainbow? Artemis almost chuckled. Gold at the end of the rainbow. He'd made a joke. Now there's something that didn't happen everyday.