Quotes About Limbo

Toda idea que llega a salir del limbo del pensamiento, y se vulgariza por una manifestación cualquiera, deja de pertenecer hasta al mismo que la ha concebido.

Too big for a youth, too small for a grown man

My mind was a mess back then as I drove across the country. I was driving to clear my head, and all I could do was obsess on my uncertain future. It's like you're at a crap game, and on your biggest roll, the dice go in slow motion. For months, you watch them spin and roll and bounce around, waiting for them to land so you know if you're a winner or a loser. Total limbo.

I don't want it all to be pretty - it's a combination of loss and gain. Things are born, live and hang in limbo. That's what life's about.

I believe that the black-and-white photograph, or rather the gray zones in the black-and-white photograph, stand for this territory that is located between life and death.

Curiosity was a mild irritant, but nothing in the face of fear like this. By doing nothing, I determined that nothing would change, and it didn't. People moan about being in limbo, but actually, I found limbo the safest place to be.

There is a moment when the water is not in one vessel nor in the other

He lifted his hand to knock, but then he stopped. He could go neither forward nor back, so he simply stayed that way—hand frozen in the air.

We know that the most fundamental responsibility of our Federal Government is to ensure the safety of its people and to protect and ensure our National security. And clearly port security has been left in limbo.

Hay un punto muerto en la noche, la hora más negra y fría, cuando el mundo se ha olvidado del atardecer y el alba no es todavía ninguna promesa. Un momento en que es demasiado pronto para levantarse, pero tan tarde que irse a la cama no tiene sentido.

understand. The families so often live in anguished limbo—not trusted, not informed, not represented in their own loved ones' missing persons investigations. I've worked plenty of cases where the suspicions regarding the family's involvement have been borne out, but my gut tells me Emmanuel and his aunt aren't part of that group.

If you're serious about shaking off your foreignness, Salad baba, then don't fall into some kind of rootless limbo instead. Okay? We're all here. We're right in front of you. You should really try and make an adult acquaintance with this place, this time. Try and embrace this city, as it is, not some childhood memory that makes you both nostalgic and sick. Draw it close. The actually existing place.

What a thing, half bird, half lizard, part one thing, part another, trapped forever between more perfect states.

It was the closest to purgatory that I've ever experienced while I've been living.

You're not dead, but you're not alive, either. You're a wintergirl, Lia-Lia, caught in between the worlds. You're a ghost with a beat- ing heart. Soon you'll cross the border and be with me. I'm so stoked. I miss you wicked.

I am the soul in limbo.

I an not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am NOWHERE. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad.

I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined.

I am not in the body of life. I hover on the extremities. I float.

I've never had any intentions about anything. That's why I am where I am today, which is neither here nor there, in a literal sense.

Waiting is also a place: it is wherever you wait. For me it's this room. I am a blank, here, between parentheses. Between other people

Somewhere in Limbo, all the old devices and appliances and costumes are lined up, waiting their turn for reentry.

You saw too late. Now you are as she is, bewteen two worlds, warmth bleeding into cold.

I explained my magical sophisms with hallucinations of words! I ended up believing my spiritual disorder sacred. I was lazy, proof of my fever: I envied the happiness of animals—caterpillars, symbolic of the innocence of limbo; moles, virginity's sleep! I grew bitter. I said farewell to the world in a ballad.