Quotes About Duality

Pushing any truth out very far, you are met by a counter-truth.

There are some lies that, under the right circumstances, are the only truth

Dark Error's other hidden side is truth.

Life is a paradox. Every truth has its counterpart which contradicts it; and every philosopher supplies the logic his own undoing.

We stalk the truth as poets, sensualists, a duality, limited insanity. We labor in our muse, carving alphabets of experience into our hearts.

The truth is paradoxical to the extent of being exactly contrary to the usual perception.

I am plain-speaking out of both sides of my mouth.

The truth is life is full of joy and full of great sorrow, but you can't have one without the other.

Hmmmm Light makes shadow. Truth makes lies. Hmmmm.

Ye want to tell the plain truth all your life, woman, and speak straight; otherwise ye get to seeing double.

There's only truth and not truth. You're either very good or evil.

There are sure to be two prescriptions diametrically opposite.

Stuff a cold and starve a cold are but two ways. They are the two practices, both always in full blast. Yet you must take the advice of the one school as if there was no other.

The opposite of every truth is just as true.

By proving contraries, truth is made manifest.

I have never agreed with my other self wholly. The truth of the matter seems to lie between us.

If I wasn't going to be a world-famous journalist and if I didn't have such respect for truth and justice, I could be an amazing master criminal.

Einer hat immer Unrecht: aber mit zweien beginnt die Wahrheit. Einer kann sich nicht beweisen: aber zweie kann man bereits nicht widerlegen.

If it be well weighed, to say that a man lieth, is as much to say, as that he is brave towards God and a coward towards men.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

The truth exists at the junction between good and bad.

Everyone have two faces, but mine are twins.

We both knew that what I said was the truth, as well as being a lie. The pure and honest answer was pinging between us, hovering above the weeds.

The truth is usually somewhere in the gray turbulent eddies set in motion by the mixture of black and white.