Life is not permanent problems with the goal of obtaining peace. Its permanent peace with occasional problems.
A genuine leader is not a searcher for consensus but a molder of consensus.
Ultimately a genuine leader is not a searcher for consensus but a molder of consensus.
Lars Jorgensen: Two letters in one year! By golly!
Martin: I hope you die! Ethan: That'll be the day.
Ethan: Let's go home, Debbie.
My mother was a Bohemian - in the good sense of the word. A searcher. And she investigated various religions.
Reverend Clayton: Mount! M-O-N-T-E! Mount!
Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.
Reverend Clayton: You wanna quit, Ethan? Ethan: That'll be the day.
I want to return to the epic idea of the grand, big Western, in the sense that 'The Searchers' was.
At its best our age is an age of searchers and discoverers, and at its worst, an age that has domesticated despair and learned to live with it happily.
If you think of 'Liberty Valance' or 'The Searchers,' there are moments in there that you'll never, ever forget... And it does not matter what century you are from.
Genealogy becomes a mania, an obsessive struggle to penetrate the past and snatch meaning from an infinity of names. At some point the search becomes futile – there is nothing left to find, no meaning to be dredged out of old receipts, newspaper ar...
There are certain books in the world which every searcher for truth must know: the Bible, the Critique of Pure Reason, the Origin of Species, and Karl Marx's Capital.
Ethan: Well Reverend, looks like you've got yourself surrounded. Reverend Clayton: Yeah and I figure on getting myself unsurrounded.
Ethan: Figure a man's only good for one oath at a time; I took mine to the Confederate States of America.
Mose Harper: [preparing for an Indian attack] That which we are about to receive, we thank thee, O Lord.
[preparing to lead a charge into the Comanche camp] Reverend Clayton: Brethren, leave us go amongst 'em!
Ethan: [tucking Martin in] Comfortable? Martin: Ethan, are you all right? Ethan: Well, I'm just saying goodnight to you. Martin: Well, goodnight!
Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind, Veil after veil will lift--but there must be Veil upon veil behind.
