We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Madam, I have been looking for a person who disliked gravy all my life; let us swear eternal friendship.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Success usually comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it.
I have been finding treasures in places I did not want to search. I have been hearing wisdom from tongues I did not want to listen. I have been finding beauty where I did not want to look. And I have learned so much from journeys I did not want to take. Forgive me, O Gracious One; for I have been closing my ears and eyes for too long. I have learned that miracles are only called miracles because they are often witnessed by only those who can can see through all of life's illusions. I am ready to see what really exists on other side, what exists behind the blinds, and taste all the ugly fruit instead of all that looks right, plump and ripe.
I try to avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.
I believe that a scientist looking at nonscientific problems is just as dumb as the next guy.
A philosopher is a blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat that isn't there. A theologian is the man who finds it.
I am looking for the one I can’t fool.
The darkest hours bring the most light.
Right, well, he'd been sick for a while and his nurse said to him, 'You seem to be feeling better this morning,' and Isben looked at her and said, 'On the contrary,' and then he died.
Only the previous day, Arch had found him in a spirit-dance corral, blistering the creatures to the point of death, such was his need to touch and destroy.
I have followed my instincts many times when I have been looking for things that I could not see, and faith that they would be revealed with time has always been rewarded.
I walked the streets looking for something instead of letting what I wanted, to look for me.
Looking is only for those who cannot see.
Astronomers have their heads stuck up their bums looking for the black hole.
In my living room there are two large bookcases, each one eight feet tall, and they have about five hundred books between them. If I step up to a shelf and look at the books one by one, I can remember something about each. As a historian once said, some stare at me reproachfully, grumbling that I have never read them. One may remind me vaguely of a time when I was interested in romantic novels. An old college text will elicit a pang of unhappiness about studying. Each book has its character, and even books I know very well also have this kind of wordless flavor. Now if I step back from the shelf and look quickly across both bookcases I speed up that same process a hundredfold. Impressions wash across my awareness. But each book still looks back in its own way, answering the rude brevity of my gaze, calling faintly to me out of the corner of my eye. At that speed many books remain wrapped in the shadows of my awareness--I know I have looked past them and I know they are there, but I refuse to call them to mind.
In a way, I'm kind of a bystander looking at this phenomenon that is ABBA, which is still around, and that I thought would be finished in 1981 and forgotten. I'm amazed how this could happen, and I don't know why it happened. I'm just grateful and humble. I just sit back and enjoy.