searching

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," he said.

What you are searching for with love, life will give you.

Life is less about finding and more about seeking.

He is the complete opposite of her, or maybe just a completion of her.

When you__e looking for a needle in a haystack, don__ afraid to burn the haystack to save yourself from spending half your life picking through strands of straw.

If you__e searching for a quote that puts your feelings into words _ you won__ find it.You can learn every language and read every word ever written _ but you__l never find what__ in your heart.How can you?He has it.

Don__ stop searching for opportunities until opportunities find you.

May you find what you are searching for, my friend._ I already have and lost it in the finding.

She was a collector of reflections looking for souls that could see deeply inside her soul.

It's an easy guess, why some get famous over night and not during the day.

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

We are always searching for a cave to fit in.

When the artist is alive in any person, whatever his kind of work may be, he becomes an inventive, searching, daring, self-expressive creature. He becomes interesting to other people. He disturbs, upsets, enlightens, and opens ways for better understanding. Where those who are not artists are trying to close the book, he opens it and shows there are still more pages possible.

LOVE the hideous in order to find the sublime core of it.

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 or wields a gun, remedies illnesses or writes books, and there is always a vague emptiness within him. It is the emptiness that drives him and he does not know even how to name that thing that might fill it. No idea of home or love or peace comes to him. He does not know, so he cannot stop. On and on he moves. and the emptiness blinds him and pulls at him and he is like a newborn baby searching for the teat, knowing it is there, but where?And sometimes such a man is handed a gift. A gift of direction. A path that is marked for him and there, yes, this will ease your suffering, it is sure. This will cure you, it will fill you up, at least for a time. There will be a home, and love, there will no longer be the sorrow when you look at a cold night sky, the sorrow as the sun rises and the mist burns away.

A good teacher is one, that never stops listening; a good listener is one, that never stops teaching.

What am I searching for? Maybe its the beliefs I had as a child, that the world is a nice place, that people are genuinely who they say they are, that life is not simply what it is, where the sun shines and the stars glitter for me. Where am I going? I do not know but maybe I am just searching for those beliefs that lead to a happy ending...

You want help? Ask for help. You want love? Ask for love. If you want anything from the universe, anything from yourself, you must first ask.