Quotes About Duality

He started to feel better. Or to say the same thing in another way: He started to feel less. His eyes slowly swerved from side to side. He felt, as he did in most places, slightly out of place—a spy in enemy territory. He was not really comfortable anywhere anymore—his old softer world or his new hardened one. So he straddled both. Truth was, he was only comfortable—pitiful as it sounded—when he was with Olivia. Damn

Right now, maybe it was best to keep this black and white and stay away from the moral relativism.

He asks me about that, about how a man who could have done such evil could also be kind. I try to explain to him that human beings are more complex than we know, but of course, I don't really have an answer.

There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false. I believe that these assertions still make sense and do still apply to the exploration of reality through art. So as a writer I stand by them but as a citizen I cannot. As a citizen I must ask: What is true? What is false?

a alguns homens que aldrabam as mulheres no dinheiro da mercearia não lhes passaria pela cabeça aldrabar o merceeiro. Os homens tendem a compartimentar a honestidade.

That Calpurnia led a modest double life never dawned on me. The idea that she had a separate existence outside our household was a novel one, to say nothing of her having command of two languages.

He was as good as his worst performance; his worst performance was Gothic.

Men tend to carry their honesty in pigeonholes, Jean Louise. They can be perfectly honest in some ways and fool themselves in other ways.

Los hombres tienen tendencia a clasificar su honradez por casilleros, Jean Louise. Pueden ser perfectamente honestos en ciertos aspectos y engañarse a sí mismos en otros.

Men tend to carry their honesty in pigeonholes. They can be perfectly honest in some ways and fool themselves in other ways.

In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.

I don't know -- maybe the world has two different kinds of people, and for one kind the world is this completely logical, rice pudding place, and for the other it's all hit-or-miss macaroni gratin.

What I saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply--myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I remember it, this thought always springs to mind: that the most frightening thing in the world is our own self. What do you think?

Where there is light, there must be shadow, where there is shadow there must be light. There is no shadow without light and no light without shadow.... We do not know if the so-called Little People are good or evil. This is, in a sense, something that surpasses our understanding and our definitions. We have lived with them since long, long ago-- from a time before good and evil even existed, when people's minds were still benighted.

Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.

When I first met you I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You're seeking something, but at the same time running away for all you're worth.

Where there is light, there must be shadow, and where there is shadow there must be light. There is no shadow without light and no light without shadow.

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

In this world, there is no absolute good, no absolute evil. Good and evil are not fixed stable entities but are continually trading places. A good may be transformed into an evil in the next second. And vice versa.

Turning all this over in my mind, I started to imagine another me somewhere, sitting in a bar, nursing a whiskey, without a care in the world. The more I thought about it, the more that other me became the real me, making this me here not real at all.

to me my face in the mirror looked like a virtual fragment of my self that had been split in two. The self there was the one I hadn't chosen. It wasn't even a physical reflection.

It depends on which reality you take and which reality I take." (p. 318).

Komatsu's view is that there are always two sides to everything, Tengo said. A good side and a not-so-bad side.

I am me and not me.