searching-and-finding

Fighting with your fate is equal to fight with God.

Stop looking outside or at others for that which you seek of yourself.

When someone is searching, said Siddhartha, then it might easilyhappen that the only thing his eyes still see is that what he searchesfor, that he is unable to find anything, to let anything enter his mind,because he always thinks of nothing but the object of his search,because he has a goal, because he is obsessed by the goal. Searchingmeans: having a goal. But finding means: being free, being open, havingno goal. You, oh venerable one, are perhaps indeed a searcher, because,striving for your goal, there are many things you don't see, which aredirectly in front of your eyes.

I call her Google because she got everything I have been searching for.

I call her Google, Because she got everything I'm searching for

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.

Those who dare seek, shall find what they are seeking for.

In search of myself, I have created myself.

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.

In this world, it is too common for people to search for someone to lose themselves in. But I am already lost. I will look for someone to find myself in.

To respect a mystery is to make way for the answer.

Bad, or good, as it happens to be, that is what it is to exist! . . . It is as though I have been silent and fuddled with sleep all my life. In spite of all, I know now that at least it is better to go always towards the summer, towards those burning seas of light; to sit at night in the forecastle lost in an unfamiliar dream, when the spirit becomes filled with stars, instead of wounds, and good and compassionate and tender. To sail into an unknown spring, or receive one's baptism on storm's promontory, where the solitary albatross heels over in the gale, and at last come to land. To know the earth under one's foot and go, in wild delight, ways where there is water.

Well, it's not easy to find something that you do not know exists.

I am going and I don't know where I am going. I leave you searching for answers. When I get there, if there is any way to come back either spiritually or physically or through a revelation, I will let you know what I have experienced. Of course some will not believe me or the one I send

Where the cheerful childrenof unwritten poems,play all around,you will find me there.

When you are lost in the right way, you don't go back to being found in the wrong way.