searching

The shadow is dark and the woods are cold, but they are not endless. No matter how lost you are now, you are not lost forever. You are findable.Love just keeps on looking. Love is forever tries.

keep searching, keep seeking.

One who enjoys finding errors will then start creating errors to find.

Every sacred mission, every hunt for hidden relics, every pilgrimage from one end of the earth to the other _ I was looking for you.

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

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

If you think you know what your purpose is, but can never seem to gain satisfaction from it, then it__ probably not the purpose you__e destined for.

Perhaps there are those who are able to go about their lives unfettered by such concerns. But for those like us, our fate is to face the world as orphans, chasing through long years the shadows of vanished parents. There is nothing for it but to try and see through our missions to the end, as best we can, for until we do so, we will be permitted no calm.

Beloved,if you refuse to go within...you will, sadly, go without.

It may be that we__e not seeing the wonder in life because all we__e doing is wondering how we__e going to survive life.

If we__e missing life it__ probably because we__e expecting it to reveal itself to us, rather than realizing that life is revealed by us looking for it.

A great battle is a terrible thing," the old knight said, "but in the midst of blood and carnage, there is sometimes also beauty, beauty that could break your heart.

There would be no more offerings. Not this day. Not any day. Humankind had suffered enough for its love of gods, its long search for God. He thought of the many centuries in which his people, the Jews, had negotiated with God, complaining, bickering, decrying the unfairness of things but always - always - returning to obedience at whatever the cost. Generations dying in the ovens of hatred. Future generations scarred by the cold fires of radiation and renewed hatred.

There would be times in the years to come when he ( Murphy ) would accompany me back and forth between the two worlds I'd come to know. Other times, Yipes would venture out over the water, and even Matilda came along once. There were loads of clothes and seeds and jars of honey and other such things cramping our space, and children of every age moving between the pillars and The Land of Elyon. And always, always, there was Marco at the pedals, helping guide the way across the Lonely Sea. I have yet to venture off the course that was set for me by Sir Alistair Wakefield, but I see certain things on the old maps that make me curious. Are there other places to explore, somewhere in the immeasurable reaches of the Lonely Sea? Maybe my own children or their children will find these strange spots on the map. My way is set an in stone, and I don't feel the need to veer off any longer. It has taken many days of searching and fighting, but in the end I have found what I was looking for. I have found my way home.

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

No one is ever satisfied where he is....Only the children know what they__e looking for....

People spend their entire lives searching the world for the pieces that will make them whole, yet those pieces are only found within them.

If you want to find the real competition, just look in the mirror. After awhile you'll see your rivals scrambling for second place.