finding

Life is about finding yourself. Finding yourself is about finding your ultimate goal, ultimate passion.

You have to know what you want to ever be able to have it.

Finding love on your doorstep will make you open up your heart to the world.

When I discovered music _ when I discovered the craft of shaping a song _ my being fell into place.

There comes a time when one suddenly discovers that there will never be a time for the coming of the perfect person, or believe that God sends people from heaven, so one finds a random fellow, either righteous or unrighteous, excellent or Impaired, and in no time become what God had ordained.

Getting even with the person that broke your heart will never give you peace. The only thing that will heal your wounds is believing that God loves you enough to bring someone else into your life to respect you and love you in the way you deserve!

It doesn__ matter whether you are looking for a reason to be happy or sad, you will always find it.

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.

We are in the process of finding out what filling billions of acres with electrified glass that emits electromagnetic intereference (EMI) does to the global environment.

We are in the process of finding out what filling billions of acres with huge wind turbines does to the global environment.

We are in the process of finding out what filling the sky with hundreds of thousands of satellites does to all life on Earth.

Unless it is you, finding out who your lover__ dream lover is is a nightmare.

There is nothing to find, only to realize. There is nothing to become, only to be. There is nothing to fear, only to love.

This is a book. It is a book I found in a box. I found the box in the attic. The box was in the attic, under the eaves. The attic was hot and still. The air was stale with dust. The dust was from old pictures and books. The dust in the air was made up of the book I found. I breathed the book before I saw it; tasted the book before I read it.

Art enables us to find ourselves and loose ourselves at the same time.

On building homes for fallen angels:When I was small - I sought a home,a place to go and rest my bones.Then founded something, of my own,I lived among the restless stones.If seeking leads you back to evil,what good is that, I asked a weevil.He said a home is what you make,it can't be real, if it is fake...And if you wait instead of seek,will you find love, or something bleak?I know (myself) for I have found,a beauty, hidden _ in a sound.Waiting is boring.And so is exploring.A smile is sometimes all it takes.And then your whole world simply breaks.

The surprising thing about fatherhood was finding my inner mush. Now I want to share it with the world.

It's not about finding a home so much as finding yourself.