A. A. Milne Quotes

The beginning of the end can feel a lot like the middle when you are living in it.

This is not a place, after all. It is BETWEEN places. This is NOWHERE. A brief thought: I could stay here, abandon my quest, hang forever in the void, safe and cold and alone.

Sometimes limbo is a tolerable place to be stuck.

There is no shame is being ambivalent about almost everything in your life.

Standing in the middle of nowhere, wondering how to begin. Lost between tomorrow and yesterday, between now and then.

The man in between waits between the two, not hearing the lie and not seeing the true. Unknowing what is and denying what seems, and there he will sleep, the man in between.

She didn't like being twelve. It felt like someplace between who she'd been and who she was about to be. It felt like no place at all.

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

Fifteen. Sixteen was probably something, but fifteen - fifteen was a place between here and nowhere.

I am nowhere. You can call me the man in the middle.

I'm part of the mushball middle. I consider 'confused' the majority position because, thankfully, most people would rather be uncertain some of the time than 100% positive all the time - even when they're wrong.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

Everything I do, I'm sort of half in, half out.

I'm not making up my mind about anything right now. Things are happening so quickly for me, and I'm still in the thinking stage.

Damned Neuters, in their Middle way of Steering, Are neither Fish, nor Flesh, nor good Red Herring.

Just as black and white, when mixed, make grey, in many ways that's what it did to my self-identity: it created a murky area of who I was, a haze around how people connected with me. I was grey. And who wants to be this indifferent colour, devoid of depth and stuck in the middle? I certainly didn't.

It's a kind of limbo, knowing what you want but not being quite sure how to go about doing it.

It's interesting--the way in which one has to balance life--because you have to know when to let go and when to pull back.... There's always some liminal (as opposed to subliminal) space in between which is harder to inhabit because it never feels as safe as moving from one extreme to another.

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.

When a question has no correct answer, there is only one honest response. The gray area between yes and no. Silence.

When you are not happy where you are, and you are not quite sure if you want to leave or how to leave, you are in the meantime. Its a state of limbo. You are hanging on, ready to let go, afraid to fall, not wanting to hurt yourself, afraid you will hurt someone else. In the meantime, you pray the other person will let go first so that you will not feel guilty.

I'm a dweller of the threshold and I'm waiting at the door, and I'm standing in the darkness, I don't want to wait no more.

Change is like that: you are no longer where you were; you are not yet where you will get; you are nowhere exactly.

I'm eighteen, and I don't know what I want.

Since we do operate in a binary world, if there's something that cannot be this or that, it drives us crazy.