Category Archives: SEARCHING

My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.

Anna M. Uhlich.

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“My reflection said so many things, and as I searched for what it wanted me to hear, I heard nothing. When you don’t even want to be who you are, how do you listen when you try to tell yourself something?”

― Melissa Perea, Seeds of Hate

Wise? No, I simply learned to think.”

― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

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I believe that in our constant search for security we can never gain any peace of mind until we are secure in our own soul.
– Margaret Chase Smith

Without the quest, there can be no epiphany.”

Reflections on a Simple Twist of Fate: Literature, Art and Parkinson’s Disease  ― Constantine E. Scaros,

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“As is often the case when I travel, my vulnerability – like not knowing what the hell I’m going to do upon arrival — makes me more open to outside interactions than I might be when I’m at home and think I know best what needs to be done. On the road, serendipity is given space to enter my life.”

― Andrew McCarthy, The Longest Way Home: One Man’s Quest for the Courage to Settle Down

Three things can not hide for long: the Moon, the Sun and the Truth. ― Hermann Hesse


“Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.”

― Bertrand Russell

Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.

― Hermann Hesse, Gertrude

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Ten Grey hairs and a silver one

I discovered my first grey hair
when I was Seventeen years old
It had to do with breaking up my first relationship

I discovered my second grey hair
when I was Twenty years old
It had to do with the quarrels at home

I discovered my third grey hair
when I was Twenty-one years old
It had to do with searching for work

I discovered my fourth grey hair
when I was Twenty-three years old
It had to do with losing my job

I discovered my fifth grey hair
when I was Twenty-five years old
It had to do with giving up my unborn child

I discovered my sixth grey hair
When I was Twenty-eight years old
It had to do with opening my pub

I discovered my seventh grey hair
When I was thirty years old
It had to do with giving birth to my daughter

I discovered my eighth grey hair
When I was thirty –two years old
It had to do with the first day at the kinder garden school

I discovered my ninth grey hair
When I was thirty-four years old
It had to do with  finding out that some thing was missing

I discovered my tenth grey hair
When I was thirty-five years old
It had to do with the fights between my sisters and mum

My one Silver hair I discovered lately
Has to do with you
Because I miss you so hard …

Pascale Ost

I love you more than songs can say, but I can’t keep running after yesterday.

― John Mayer, John Mayer – Battle Studies

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Family history

For years you search, persuaded
the blank spaces in the jigsaw
can be filled by pieces
lying on the table.

You comb dictionaries looking
for the word, eight letters,
second one a D, so 7 down fits
in the mortise cut on 12 across.

You twist the cube to make
the green face green, the blue all blue,
but a pesky yellow chip
always turns up in one corner.

At last, you realise
that what you hold is not
a jigsaw, cube or crossword
but a faded photograph –
crinolines and waistcoats –
the heads of him and her,
top right, torn off.

Defeated, you concede
the missing corner long ago
slipped down in the dust
behind a chest of drawers
in a house abandoned.

–Bob Morrow