Quotes About Duality

Good and evil are merely opposite sides of a coin. Get tossed in the air enough, it's easy to come down on the wrong side.

If he was winter, I was summer. If I was sunshine, he was night. A dark and stormy one.

Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.

Everywhere I looked, I could see only shades of gray. Black and white were nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we tried to judge things and map out our place in the world in relevance to them. Good and evil, in their purest form, were as intangible and forever beyond our ability to hold in our hand as any Fae illusion. We could only aim at them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows that we could no longer see the light.

I go inside my head and become that other me, the one I don't tell anybody about. The observer... I live in terror that one day I won't get to be Dani again.

She glanced rapidly between them, blinking and hoping her double vision would go away. They were glaring at each other. Would they fight? If she saw her own double she probably be tempted to punch it once or twice. Especially today. For being so stupid.

She's chiffon and satin ribbons. I'm raw meat and razor blades.

Beneath the expensive clothes, unplaceable accent, and cultured veneer, there's something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn't want to. It likes it there.

I stood staring at myself in the mirror trying to reconcile dual images. I was hunting the monster that had killed my sister. I was the monster that had killed his brother.

There is a monster inside me. And she's beautiful.

Fire to his ice, frost to her flame.

You look like a pretty, soft, breakable Barbie. You fuck like a monster.

Beneath the expensive clothes, unplaceable accent, and cultured veneer, there's something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn't want to. It likes it there.

What good is it to be a superhero if you only are some of the time and you never get to know when?

They are each other's opposite, although, I suppose, not antithesis. That would be summer to winter, autumn to spring. Yet as they stand near each other, Winter, so icy and pale, Autumn so dusky and warm, it drives home to me how elemental the Fae are, the embodiment of the seasons themselves.

Fuego para su frío, hielo para su fuego

Perhaps, Ms. Lane, you and I are fighting different wars." If he thought becoming evil was a solution, not a problem, he was right, we were.

You know, I have always hated that expression, "a blessing or a curse." As if anything in life were so neatly divisible. Let's try this: a freedom, or something worse.

The paradox of being a "strong" woman is that you are both perfectly capable of taking care of yourself and desperately hopeful that you don't always have to.

contrast! To live in peace, without

Truth and reality split apart.

My language is the common prostitute that I turn into a virgin.

In other words, even if all that can be known were known to you, you still wouldn't know anything because none of this has an effect on what you are. But the moment you know Yourself, in the non-knowing of what you are or what you are not, you know All! This is the paradox of Knowledge: you know yourself in the Absolute not-knowing because you are That what is unknowable, you are the ungraspable, the incomprehensible, without a second. And any idea or possibility of knowing creates duality.

She is like a dark plum, he thought. She might be sweet when you bit into her, but it was just as likely she'd be bitter. He liked not knowing which side he'd taste.