Quotes About Duality

You're like, both like, Alexander the Great.' We can't both be Alexander.' Well sometimes I think you're two side of the same coin, and I'm the metal in between.

The ambiguity of flesh made for a vastness of possibility that simply could not exist in a binary world.

Two faces of the same coin. And I am the metal in between.

El problema con las monedas es que cuando una cara está boca arriba, la otra está boca abajo

Her action in defending Marcão meant one thing to him and something quite different to her; it was so different that it was not even the same event.

I don't know a soul who doesn't maintain two separate lists of doctrines—the ones that they believe that they believe; and the ones that they actually try to live by.

Each of us has heaven and hell in him...

You seem to forget that I am married, and the one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.

Now produce your explanation and pray make it improbable.

this woman is a genius in the day time and a beauty at night

Each of us has heaven and hell in him, Basil, cried Dorian with a wild gesture of despair.

It's absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.

Yin and yang, male and female, strong and weak, rigid and tender, heaven and earth, light and darkness, thunder and lightning, cold and warmth, good and evil…the interplay of opposite principles constitutes the universe.

How can you believe in heaven if you don't believe in hell?

On Gay Street the traffic lights are stilled. The trolleyrails gleam in their beds and a late car passes with a long slish of tires. In the long arcade of the bus station footfalls come back like laughter. He marches darkly toward his darkly marching shape in the glass of the depot door. His fetch come up from life's other side like an autoscopic hallucination, Suttree and Antisuttree, hand reaching to the hand.

I'm not by myself. I'm schizophrenic.

Nessuna lista di cose da fare. Ogni giornata sufficiente a se stessa. Ogni ora. Non c'è un dopo. Il dopo è già qui. Tutte le cose piene di grazia e bellezza che ci portiamo nel cuore hanno un'origine comune nel dolore. Nascono dal cordoglio e dalle ceneri. Ecco, sussurrò al bambino addormentato. Io ho te.

Am I a monster, are there monsters in me ?

Blue as the evening sky, blue as cranesbill flowers, blue as the lips of drowned men and the heart of a blaze burning with too hot a flame. Yes, sometimes it was hot in this world, too. Hot and cold, light and dark, terrible and beautiful, it was everything all at once. It wasn't true that you felt nothing in the land of Death. You felt and heard and smelled and saw, but your heart remained strangely calm, as if it were resting before the dance began again. Peace. Was that the word?

Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It's only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes – if necessary – brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must.

Oh, that's not easy,' he mumbled. Two souls in one heart. I hope the human in you won't prove to be stronger in the end. They find it so much harder to make peace with the world.

Non sembrano luoghi pericolosi» constatò mentre superavano l'ennesima casetta rosa. «Perché guardi sempre a sinistra!» le disse Dita di Polvere. «Tutte le cose hanno un lato chiaro e uno scuro. Da' un'occhiata a destra».

But beautiful was not the opposite of terrible. The two could easily coexist.

You see how good and evil are twisted together? Like a golden dragon bracelet snaking brightly about a person's arm.