Liminal Spaces Quotes

“Grief is a country that has no definite borderlines and that recognises no single trajectory. It is a space that did not exist before your loss, and that will never disappear from your map, no matter how hard you rub at the charcoal lines. You are changed utterly, and your personal geography becomes yours and yours only.”
― Kerri ní Dochartaigh, Thin Places

“When we enter the world of birth, we step across the threshold from the mundane to the sacred. Pregnancy and birth are a space between worlds — a liminal space — a place where you are no longer not a parent and not yet one either. This betwixt and between is sacred space within which powerful and profound events occur — often uninvited.”
― Britta Bushnell, Transformed by Birth: Cultivating Openness, Resilience, and Strength for the Life-Changing Journey from Pregnancy to Parenthood

“In every place, no matter where you look, there are nooks that one seems to see, odd little spaces and hidden corners that hide from the world in plain sight. In every single square inch of the world, no matter how populated, there are what could be called liminal places, tiny little spaces, sometimes vast stretches,
where the average laws of space and time are not wholly adhered to, you might say.”
― John Kreiter, The Art of Transmutation

“Liminal spaces deserve to be filled with Vaporwave. It's an auditory aesthetic that's fluid like time.”
― Jarod Kintz, Me and memes and memories

“...we catch a glimpse of white fur flashing by inside the bars of the woods.”
― Helen Humphreys, Wild Dogs

“Dry heather plains flanked the lonely road. Rolling hills curtained off the horizon. Despite having never been here before, all was familiar in the young lad’s head. An inexplicable malaise surged through him as the cars passed an old fuel station, its forecourt empty, and the seashell logo faded from the entrance sign.”
― Louis Saunders, The Retreat

“A glitch in the matrix, a glitch in the algorithm, everyone stuck on repeat. Or maybe in retreat.
“I’m not really here,” Ania muttered again, and then she wasn’t.”
― BB Clifford

“But real travel—It makes you a permanent exile. You are too changed to fit back into the mold of your old life, but you are too inherently foreign to ever truly belong to the places you visit. You become a ghost, haunting airports and hotel bars, perpetually looking for that next hit of pure, unfiltered reality.”
― Lokesh Tuli, Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”

“Funny of you to never know which moments become core memories.

You spend your whole life trying to orchestrate these perfect, cinematic moments.

The kiss in the rain. The grand gesture.
But then... it’ll be a random Tuesday.

You’re just sitting on the floor eating cold takeout, and she laughs at something stupid you said with her mouth full.

And you don’t know it yet, but you are going to be thinking about that exact laugh on your deathbed.

It's beautiful, but... it is a ruthless trick of the mind.”
― Lokesh Tuli, Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”

“I want to read every goddamn book ever written.

I want to watch every movie, travel to every forgotten corner of the map,

I want to love every beautiful, complicated woman on this earth.

But you can’t. Because one life is just unfairly, criminally small.

So what do you do?

You just try to drink the ocean through a straw,
and hope you don't drown.”
― Lokesh Tuli, Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”