Quotes About Duality

To lose awareness of what is helpful or harmful in the worldly life is moh (Illusory vision & attachment).

I guess no one can be painted with just one brush. There is light and shade in all of us, pain and hardship, and some of us rise from it while others are darkened by it.

We're all monsters, sweetheart. Some of us just hide it better than others.

The things which give joy to you may also give you horror!

What is the point of our lives? There isn't any. I can't seem to decide how much horror and how much joy lies within that simple truth, but I know it is both of those things at once.

It was hard when I knew I was about to be flooded with memories of a life I hadn't lived yet. Really, two lives I hadn't lived yet.

Everywhere I go, it's me and me. Half of me living my life, the other half watching me live it.

There is a very thin line between- Gobar(cow dung) and Go-Uber!!!!

One of the best parts of being a Guardian is that we get a chance to grow and change. We get to exist in both worlds. We know the secret of life and have the knowledge of death

However smart and determined you are, your life is always going to consist of light and darkness, joy and sadness, good or bad, up and down, yang and yin.

I want to stay still and to keep moving. I want this life and another.

The Light yearns for the peaceful balance of the Darkness as much as Darkness seeks the Glory of the Light.

Darkness and light. Black and white. But which is death, and which is life?

The world has two faces :The day or the bright moment whenwe naturally stay alive (awake).The night or the dark moment whenwe naturally remain dead (sleep).

Yes," she said, "we also wish to be free." She smiled. "In every woman," she said, "there is something of the Free Companion and something of the Slave Girl.

Heh. Deny it all you want, colonel. At heart, we're both flip sides of the same coin: wolves who don't fit in the pack.

His smile is like the silver plate on a coffin.

And I, a twister, love, what I abhor.

It was a world of half-light in which they lived and to which they brought the better parts of themselves--so that, after a while, the outer world where people walked and spoke, where there was change and continual movement, seemed to them false and unreal. Their lives were sharply divided between the two worlds, and it seemed to them natural that they should live so divided.

Like all parents she is dichotomous, what she really wants is a child genius who is perfectly normal.

Each month of the calendar is divided into a dark half and a light half and each day is designated

Human nature. I don't like human nature, but I do like human beings.

Turns out a missile is always a weapon, and a rocket sometimes isn't.

But I saw the pair of them, along with everyone else. Hard to miss. Him towering like a raggedy scarecrow in that flapping black scholar's gown, and the sword always quiet next to him, sweet as honey, and poison with it.