Quotes About Duality

People need devils and dark gods, if only to give them a foe to rally against, an obstacle to overcome. Your people understood that there can be no light without darkness, no good without evil, no triumph without setbacks. You can't kill me because I'm part of all that you are, all you've done and plan to do. You don't have to like me. You can even loathe me. But you must accept me.

What sort of a world is it where evil is born of an act of goodness? -Vancha March

I hoped the writing would help me get things straight in my head, especially with regards to Kurda, but I was just as confused by the end as I'd been at the beginning. No matter how I looked at it, I couldn't help feeling that Kurda had been both a hero and a villain. Things would be simpler if he was one or the other, but I couldn't pigeonhole him. It was just too complicated.

This was a new skill she'd acquired, the ability to look, to the outside world, utterly serene and even cheerful, while, in her skull, all was chaos.

Adherence to established values, an affinity to creativity. Perseverance and innovation. The dualities of a hardness like stone and the pliancy of the wind-bent bamboo, these twin qualities flux and twine through the persona of the master and give him the presence and personality by which we know him.

As I sit today, I am a genuine, often pleasant person. I am able to imitate a human being for long spurts of time, do solid work for a reputable organization, and have, over the breadth of time, proven to be an attentive father and husband. So how to reconcile my past with my current circumstances? Drugs, it seems to me, do not conjure demons, they access them. Was I faking it then, or am I faking it now? Which, you might ask, of my two selves did I make up?

But I've seen enough to know that we all carry a measure of guilt and innocence among us.

I'm nice—friendly, even—but I am a maniac who simply enjoys the fruits of acting normal.

To hear them laugh was to hear that everything was all right, but to see them laugh was to see otherwise

morning is the soul's night.

So which is the lie? Hard or soft? Silence or time?

Two hearted, a hypocrite to yourself either way

I hated it here. And I have never been as happy as when I was here. And these two things together confront me with the beak and claws of the True.

I'm a typical American, half of me is dying to give myself away and the other half is continually rebelling.

Two clocks, two ghosts, one square acre of hidden mirror.

What if in fact there were ever only two really distinct individual people walking around back there in history's mist? That all difference descends from this difference? The whole and the partial. The damaged and the intact. The deformed and the paralyzingly beautiful. The insane and the attendant. The hidden and the blindingly open. The performer and the audience. No Zen-type One, always rather Two, one upside-down in a convex lens.

Devils are actually angels.

And then but so what's the difference between tennis and suicide, life and death, the game and its own end?

sometimes in the same week. There might even be—though

Remember that in the midst of that which is most tragic there is always the comic and in the midst that which is most evil there is always much good.

The most interesting thing about the world is its fantastic and unpsychoanalyzed character, its wretched and gallant personality, its horrible idiocy and its magnificent intelligence, its unbelievable cruelty and its equally unbelievable kindness, its gorilla stupor, its canary cheerfulness, its thundering divinity, and its whimpering commonness.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.

So fair and foul a day I have not seen.