Quotes About Duality

We were no longer a whole, but three separate pieces. A mom. A dad. A kid sliced in half. Actually, that made us four pieces—'cause I have to be two people: Mom's Izzy and Dad's Isabella.

I feel like his victim, and he seems my victim

Every blessing is a curse in disguise.

Pour la carotte, le lapin est la parfaite incarnation du Mal.

Masculinity is part of a binary and requires its opposite, since, in the absence of femininity, masculinity would have no meaning.

I love the light as much as I love the dark. It's such a beautiful balance.

I agree with the Lev Tolstoy quote completely, but I also feel like there's more to it. What is a happy family and an unhappy family? We're probably both of those things at the same time.

One of the most puzzling things about a novel is that "the way it really was" half the time is, and half the time isn't, the way it ought to be in the novel.

Anyone who composes and conducts at the same time is immediately suspect, because he must be faking one or the other.

I had a father who was strong and kind and loving beyond ... at the same time who was extremely puritanical, who had been raised in a religion with extensive morality.

We cut up time and space and mind and place and being and non-being. We create a world of ideas. This is duality, pairs of apparent opposites.

The science window gives you a view of the world, and the religion window gives you a totally different view. You can't look at both of them at the same time, but they're both true.

Anybody, at any time, may equally find himself victim or executioner.

This uneasiness comes over me from time to time, and I feel as if I've somehow been pieced together from two different puzzles.

How can a man be so brave and so stupid, so gentle and so cruel, so warming and so detestable -- all at the same time?

We're going to move left and right at the same time.

Some things can be both real and imaginary at the same time, . . . some lies can be true, . . . broken faith may be restored.

Not everyone understands how you can spin two lassos at the same time, one of hope and one of grief.

Reality is a wave function traveling both backward and forward in time.

In a corner you condense yourself and cry- in the same corner you caress and kiss. Life is this, something different each time.

I want the pictures to be working in both directions. I accept that they speak about me, and yet at the same time, I want and expect them to function in terms of the viewer and their experience.

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

Yet everything that touches us, me and you, takes us together like a violin's bow, which draws one voice out of two separate strings.