Quotes About Duality

A man without an address is a vagabond; a man with two addresses is a libertine.

Man is an embodied paradox, a bundle of contradictions.

I'm not interested in a good man's life. I'm interested in contradiction.

A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow as well as himself - and what is a man's shadow but his upright astonishment?

A man can be in two different places and he will be two different men. Maybe if you think of more places he will be more men, but two is enough for now.

Every man has a coward and hero in his soul.

Wherever comes man comes tragedy and comedy also.

A man does not show his greatness by being at one extremity, but rather by touching both at once.

The horse is, like man, the most beautiful and the most miserable of creatures.

The imperfections of a man, his frailties, his faults, are just as important as his virtues.You can't separate them. They're wedded.

Good and evil, right and wrong were invented for the ordinary average man, the inferior man, because he needs them.

I'm fat, but I'm thin inside. Has it ever struck you that there's a thin man inside every fat man, just as they say there's a statue inside every block of stone?

Humanity is not perfect in any fashion; no more in the case of evil than in that of good. The criminal has his virtues, just as the honest man has his weaknesses.

Man hovers between Paradise and the Pit.

When you know what men are capable of you marvel neither at their sublimity nor their baseness. There are no limits in either direction apparently.

Every man is made of clay and diamond, and no woman can nourish both.

Im a peaceful man with bad intentions.

The day is for honest men, the night for thieves.

A man of letters is often a man with two natures,--one a book nature, the other a human nature. These often clash sadly.

Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman — a rope over an abyss.

If within the sophisticated man there is not an unsophisticated one, then he is but one of the devil's angels.

It's true that the two halves were no longer hinged. They weren't clinging to each other, but each was a cream-colored wing with a rosy flush inside. I held one half in each hand. If I took this shell across the room or across the universe, and the other one stayed here, they'd still be two halves of a whole, and anyone would know they belonged together.

You find out in life that people really like you funny. So what do you give 'em? Humor. And then if you show them the other side, they don't like you as much. I find, too, that I can hide behind the idiot's mask being funny, and you never see the sorrow or the pain.

Ours is another luster, as if a soul had died outside the world and divided itself in two — Tess Gallagher, from "I Don't Know You," Midnight Lantern: New and Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 2011)