Quotes About In-between

Magic is always impossible. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That's why it is magic.

Magic is always impossible," said the magician. "It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic.

the long train ride was like traveling through limbo. You weren't anywhere when you were on a train, she decided. You weren't where you had been, and you weren't yet where you were going. You were nowhere. It might be beautiful outside the window-and it was, she had sense enough to realize that-but it wasn't anywhere to her, just a scene passing by that was framed by the train window. (p160)

What does it mean to be in-between? It means one can afford to sit on the fence, decide not to take a stand, to always reserve the privilege - while the battle rages all around - to disengage.

You're something between a dream and a miracle.

I've spent so much time these last years wondering what I'm supposed to be. A wife? A lover? A celibate? An Italian? A glutton? A traveler? An artist? A Yogi? But I'm not any of these things, at least not completely. And I'm not Crazy Aunt Liz, either. I'm just a slippery antevasin - betwixt and between - a student on the ever-shifting border near the wonderful, scary forest of the new.

They are caught between one world and another, and they no longer belong anywhere.

here is the fear of the other thing, the relentless thing, your body drowning in gravity. This is the in-between, the waiting that happens in the space between

in between. It's like the whole thing is winking at us.

The truth was no. The lie was yes. I settled for something in between. I don't know.

She had read about people-where? she could not remember this either- who refused to name their children for several weeks, feeling them to not be yet of the earth, suspeded still between two worlds.

Being somewhere but not completely: that was home for Danny, and it sure as hell was easier to land than a decent apartment.

Ne volim krajeve i po?etke. Uvijek bih se radije ljuljuškala u sredini.

The middle place. Not death. Not life. A limbo state of existence filled with the hours of turning the wheels. Eating to not feel hungry. Sleeping to not feel tired. Waking to not feel asleep. The middle place that exists between breaths, in that pause, that slight breathlessness before an exhale and an inhale. Between the crest and the valley. Where the path always meanders cliffside.

He would forever be suspended between two lands, never whole.

This was Hist and Lit, after all. If you couldn't work the term liminal into your tutorial, you were doing it wrong.

you are not dead, but you are not alive.

You're not dead, but you're not alive, either. You're a wintergirl, Lia-Lia, caught in between the worlds.

You're not dead, but you're not alive either. You're a wintergirl, Lia-Lia

You're not dead, but you're not alive, either. You're a winter girl

life is either a reproducible, almost commonplace manifestation of matter, given certain conditions, or a miracle. Too many steps are involved to allow for something in between.

A secret society exists, and is living among all of us. They are neither people nor animals, but something in-between.

What was it my father used to say? A bird stuck between two branches gets bitten on both wings. I would like to add my own saying to the list now, Father: a man stuck between two worlds lives and dies alone.

There is a time between being a wife and being a divorcée, but no good word for it. Maybe say what a politician might say. Stateless person. Yes, stateless.