We are always searching for a cave to fit in.

Tender Ember…Barred and brandedto be forever unlovedI was a tender emberseeking solace from above…

Will it be here that we shall find a place which will not elude us, or which if it remains does not exert on us a culpable attraction? Or must we, leaning over the deck...

I’ve spent half my life searching for the truth. The left half of my life.

There is a certain kind of man who is forever searching. He wanders from place to place, he looks hard into the eyes of women and men in every town, maybe he scratches the earth...

We’re all blurry-eyed wanderers of time, and the unfortunance of it all is that we’d probably all go on to do great things if only we searched for what corrected and focused our vision instead...

Was it really some other person I was so anxious to discover…or was it only my own solitude that I could not abide?

For me, writing stories set, well, wherever they’re best set, is a form of cultural curiosity that is uniquely Scottish – we’re famous for travelling in search of adventure.

Writing is a process of creating yourself again and again for an ever-searching mind.

Decide what your truth is. Then live it.

Nothing is in the middle of somewhere, surrounded by everything, where everyone is someplace, and still lacking the someone, I need most.

I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there.

If four of you are playing hide and seek you’ll only ever find the other three. For you are already right here. So what on earth is it that you’re looking for? You are the...

The most fulfilling adventures happen when you start your journey without knowing where you’re going, because only then are you free to experience the unexpected detours you’re meant to take.

The true value of man is not determined by his possession, supposed or real, of Truth, but rather by his sincere exertion to get to the Truth. It is not possession of Truth by which...

If you don’t receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it.

I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.

In every problem, there’s a concealed solution…locking itself underneath…unlock,peruse,find and solve.

She would search for him. In the land that lay east of the sun and west of the moon. But there was no way there.

If I could do anything, I would go to the middle of our planet, Earth, and seek uranium, rubies, and gold. I’d look for Unspoiled Monsters. Then I’d move to the country. –Florie Rotondo, age...

When you’re looking for a needle in a haystack, don’t afraid to burn the haystack to save yourself from spending half your life picking through strands of straw.

I am a pisces, a fish out of water, searching for a way back home.

Regardless of your faith, you can never escape uncertainty.

My discontent has accumulated over the past months, searching for a leak in the dam I’ve constructed to separate my true feelings from the situation closing in around me.

And God does have a personality. He can’t hide from us. His personality shines through every Hebrew letter, on every page. Sometimes we forget that God is a person–not a fleshly person, but a person...

People wasted so much time seeking out the love of their lives in the shape of a partner, when the truth was that for most the real loves of their lives were their children –...

Where is it?” I asked, willing him to tell me.He laughed suddenly, and I could hear the full-throated, grating sound of the white bear’s laughter in it.”East of the sun and west of the moon,”...

Truth waits to be found. It searches for no one.

Kindness is an open communication between hearts and not required to be learned by searching, teaching, or even preaching.

What I keep searching for in movies, more and more, is the right gravity.

When a person thinks you are too good for them, they create a wall without even taking a chance. The best life that God has in store for a person is often thrown away because...

We are often taught to look for the beauty in all things, so in finding it, the layman asks the philosopher while the philosopher asks the photographer.

I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.

The same numbness and disappointment every day sends some people looking for something tragic for proof of life.

We are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours.

Searching for an unknown is research.