The Twixt Quotes

#1. I was born with the Sight, Ink," she said, voice trembling. "So tell me, why were you the first person I'd ever seen from the Twixt?"
They stared at each other. His answer slipped through his lips.
"Because I saw you," he confessed. "And I couldn't look away.

Dawn Metcalf

#2. My grandpa showed me how to build stamina onset behind the scenes on 'Twixt.'

Gia Coppola

#3. All things journey: sun and moon, Morning, noon, and afternoon, Night and all her stars; 'Twixt the east and western bars Round they journey, Come and go! We go with them!

George Eliot

#4. Where did it go, the moderate opine? I can't find it here nor there!
'Perhaps then it's twixt the false dichotomy?

Kevin Focke

#5. Shall hope prevail where clamorous hate is rife,
Shall sweet love prosper or high dreams have place
Amid the tumult of reverberant strife
'Twixt ancient creeds, 'twixt race and ancient race,
That mars the grave, glad purposes of life,
Leaving no refuge save thy succoring face?

Sarojini Naidu

#6. Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.

Walter Scott

#7. Knights of the spirit; warriors in the cause Of justice absolute 'twixt man and man.

Richard Watson Gilder

#8. You have never let me down. You are always there for me. You are the best part of me, who I want to be, and every time I look at you I can hardly believe how lucky I am to be with you and I hope you know that.

Dawn Metcalf

#9. Christian soldiers armed with virtue- hearts afire with blind obsession, cannot see the difference 'twixt compassion and oppression

Lucretia Mott

#10. So, timely you came, and well you chose, You came when most needed, my winter rose. From the snow I pluck you, and fondly press Your leaves 'twixt the leaves of my leaflessness.

Alfred Austin

#11. Naw, you livin' cause you had the good sense to fall down 'twixt them tracks.

Olive Ann Burns

#12. On your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
As is the difference betwixt day and night
The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
Begins his golden progress in the east.

William Shakespeare

#13. The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks Which practically conceal its sex I think it clever of the turtle In such a fix to be so fertile.

Ogden Nash

#14. There is no difference 'twixt you and 'twixt me, save that one stands and one sits when we pee.

Trisha Telep

#15. The color of the king doth come and go,
Between his purpose and his conscience,
Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set:
His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.

William Shakespeare

#16. Never let me lose you, Ink. Never let me screw this up. And never think for one moment that I don't love you, need you or want you with me.

Dawn Metcalf

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

George Gordon Byron

#18. Better the devil you know.
I wonder why the only choice is twixt two devils, tho.

Patrick Ness

#19. She went from opera, park, assembly, play,
To morning walks, and prayers three hours a day.
To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea,
To muse, and spill her solitary tea,
Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon,
Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon.

Alexander Pope

#20. My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Of will and judgment.

William Shakespeare

#21. It is the Christmas time:
And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth,
In glorious grief and solemn mirth,
The shining angels climb.

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

#22. Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of truth and falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Some great cause, some new decision, offering each bloom or blight,
And the choice goes by forever twixt that darkness and that light.

James Russell Lowell

#23. The wind's on the wold And the night is a-cold, And Thames runs chill Twixt mead and hill, But kind and dear Is the old house here, And my heart is warm Midst winter's harm ...

Bill Bryson

#24. The difference here 'twixt simple and witty folk, if the truth be known, is that your plain man cares much for what stand ye take and not a fart for why ye take it, while your smart wight leaves ye whate'er stand ye will, sobeit ye defend it cleverly.

John Barth

#25. The world is full of warfare 'twixt the evil and the good;I watched the battle from afar as one who understoodThe shouting and confusion, the bloody, blundering fight-How few there are that see it clear, how few that wage it right!

Henry Van Dyke

#26. Holding occasion by the hand, Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower, Waiving what none can understand, I make mine hour.

John Vance Cheney

#27. I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies,
In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies.

Sidney Lanier

#28. I am feeling more. I feel everything more. I cannot express it. I can hardly keep track of it all. It is you! All you! Everything!

Dawn Metcalf

#29. Joy, you are my everything. You are everything that matters to me. Tell me that you understand. Tell me that you feel this, too.

Dawn Metcalf

#30. The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.

Friedrich Schiller

#31. Yet never sleep the sun up. Prayer shou'd
Dawn with the day. There are set, awful hours
'Twixt heaven and us. The manna was not good
After sun-rising; far day sullies flowres.
Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth sin glut,
And heaven's gate opens when the world's is shut.

Henry Vaughan

#32. Death, with funereal shades in vain surrounds me, My reason through his darkness seeth light: 'Tis the last step which brings me close to Thee: 'Tis the veil falling, 'twixt Thy face and mine.

Alphonse De Lamartine

#33. There's many a slip twixt the blueprints and a new house.

Kin Hubbard

#34. But nothing else escapes all-ruinous time.
Earth's might decays, the might of men decays,
Honor grows cold, dishonor flourishes,
There is no constancy 'twixt friend and friend,
Or city and city; be it soon or late,
Sweet turns to bitter, hate once more to love.

Sophocles