Searching for Meaning Quotes

I know. I'm Darren. I don't know what I'm doing here.

My life is a dot lost among thousands of other dots.

How far have I to go to find you in whom I have already arrived.

The whole world is an omen and a sign. Why look so wistfully in a corner? Man is the Image of God. Why run after a ghost or a dream? The voice of divination resounds everywhere and runs to waste unheard, unregarded, as the mountains echo with the bleatings of cattle.

People kind of stumble their way through life a lot of times.

Life is rather like a tin of sardines - we're all of us looking for the key.

Say a prayer for the lost generation, who spin the wheel out of desperation.

You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go.

I felt stuck in the bottom of a wishing well. I was desperate to shout what I wanted, but I didn’t know what that was. I knew only what it wasn’t. The Hundred Secret Senses by Amy Tan

One should not search for anything behind the phenomena. They themselves are the message.

What did I do to deserve this?

Saying she should be the one I see every time that I'm here, but when am I really even here?

I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don’t know, and I give up thinking about it.

What we seek we do not find - that would be too trim and tidy for so reckless and opulent a thing as life. It is something else we find.

I have no idea where I'm going but here's the real question: What am I doing here in the first place?

I hope it does not take the rest of my life until I find what it is I've been looking for.

I don’t know what I’m looking for.” “What not?” “Because … because … I think it might be because if I knew I wouldn’t be able to look for them.

We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us

Some nights in the midst of this loneliness I swung among the scattered stars at the end of the thin thread of faith alone.

You spend your life dreaming, running 'round in a trance, You hang out forever and still miss the dance, And if you get lucky, you might find someone, To help you get over the pain that will come.

Seeking but not finding the house builder I travelled through life after life. How painful is repeated birth! House-builders, you have now been seen. You will not build the house again.

I am 33 years old, and what can I have been doing that I still am in a muddle? But everyone else is, too; maybe our muddles are concurrent.

"You are so close." "To whom? Margravine, not even to himself. This place, this island: all his life he's done nothing but hop from island to island. Is that a reason? Does there have to be a reason? Shall he tell you: he works for no Whitehall, non conceivable unless, ha, ha, the network of white halls in his own brain: these featureless corridors he keeps swept and correct for occasional visiting agents."

But God!Who could live like this , anyway, with the kind of guesswork that was enough to make a person crazy, just sailing along, taking bumps here and there, no course navigated whatsoever, with any big wave capable of just tipping and sinking you entirely. IT was madness, stipidity, and- (then I saw him)

It was as though I had one map inside my head and it led to the man who was waiting for me. Someone who was alone - maybe even more alone - than I was.