Quotes About Duality

Fire and water cannot stay in the same place. Similarly, truth and lie reflect and describe such context; accordingly, whatever one feels that an opposite one will fail to bear it.

God and Devil exist or not exist; however, the idea of God is a positive feeling, and Devil a negative thought. It is God and Devil, and both subsist.

The truth is that a lie is also a truth.

Thoughts and feelings constitute, as two sides of one coin with different images.

You cannot hold fire and water together in an object nor flowers and thorns in a fist; similarly, you cannot carry vanity and love in a heart because that context contradicts each other.

Remember, tears on one side mean laughs on the other!

Everything in the world is good. But if you're not careful, even good things can turn against you.

Besides, I hated him but I loved him too. Yes. I know all about that sort of thing. Christ, I should, I'd heard nothing else my last two years in New York. 'They have this terrific love-hate thing going,' everybody said about everybody else. 'You watch, it's going to destroy them-.' But never about me . When I took to someone I took to them, and when I took against them ditto. Mostly I felt indifference.

He rubs his forehead, frustrated, then raises his eyes, one dark brown, one gray-blue—the

I soon discovered that I was getting used to being happy and unhappy at the same time, as if that were the new, inevitable law of my life.

Solo en las malas novelas la gente piensa siempre lo correcto, dice siempre lo correcto, todo efecto tiene su causa, hay simpáticos y antipáticos, buenos y malos, al final todo te consuela

Scriveva, nelle ultime pagine, di sentirsi intorno tutto il male del rione. Anzi, buttava li oscuramente: male e bene sono mescolati e si rinforzano a vicenda. Marcello, a rifletterci, era veramente una buona sistemazione, ma il buono sapeva di cattivo e il cattivo sapeva di buono, un'amalgama che le toglieva il fiato.

Naquele momento, uma parte de mim desejava de fato discutir com ele sobre o mal que, enquanto você acha que está sendo boa, aos poucos ou de repente, se espalha pela cabeça, pelo estômago, por todo o corpo. De onde isso nasce, papai - eu queria perguntar -, como podemos controlar, e por que esse mal não elimina o bem, mas convive com ele.

We want people to represent us in politics—and in love and economics too. When people represent us fully, they are ourselves and are not ourselves. When an object is simultaneously the same as and different from the person concerned with it—or considering it—aesthetics is there.

As if one could know the good a person is capable of, when one doesn't know the bad he might do.

I never thought to differentiate between you and the person who writes your letters. But I think I see your point. I send you an email: how do you know who wrote it? It could be anyone. There's no way for me to convince you. I say, "It's me!"; you say: "Who's 'me'?" Wouldn't it be amazing if it turned out that we both had ghostwriters? Just imagine them taking a long walk together, walking and walking, and talking only if something came up...

The Other," I repeated, to buy time. I was pretty sure that the Other was a French construct having something to do with either sex or colonialism. "That's

It's weird, I was such a survivor and so wanted to be a part of life while I was trying to snuff out the life that was inside of me. I had this duality of trying to kill myself with drugs, then eating really good food and exercising and going swimming and trying to be a part of life. I was always going back and forth on some level.

A beautiful world with ugly people; an ugly world with beautiful people. We can never win.

Physiologically, the union of two opposites is a pleasurable affair. Why should the psyche be any different?

If death is perfect enlightenment, life appears to be the perfect opposite.

Like my grandmother, I understood questions of identity, how being torn in two often leaves something less than one.

I feel more confident and more satisfied when I reflect that I have two professions and not one. Medicine is my lawful wife and literature is my mistress. When I get tired of one I spend the night with the other. Though it's disorderly it's not so dull, and besides, neither really loses anything through my infidelity.

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