Quotes About Duality

We're not given the chance to choose absolute truth. Truth's always two-faced. The only thing we have is the right to reject the lie we find most repugnant.

Beyond the hand holding this book that I'm reading, I see another hand lying idle and slightly out of focus—my extra hand.

If I had only life's book to read ... I should not believe in a God of love. I should turn Persian, and believe in two gods, one of love and good-will, one of hate and malice.

How is it that you wrenched apart that which is inseparable? Why did you create the Either/Or? Flesh or spirit, body or soul, thinking or feeling.

Evil is always with us. The balance is all.

For all the accomplishments of molecular biology, we still can't tell a live cat from a dead cat.

People though are rarely all good or all evil but often a mixture of both and we all make mistakes.

I'm completely sane except when I'm the opposite of that.

I picture myself standing between two boxes. From one the stench is unbearably brutal, bellowing out dark wisps of death. And the other box is full of white lilies. Their angelic blooms are fully stretched and sending out perfume, sweet and pure. A box of bitterness. A box of grace.

I'm not equipped to handle what she has, both good and bad--and what she has is always a package deal of both.

try to understand that our souls work like swings: the stronger the push up towards the nobility of the soul, the stronger the swoop down towards the fury of the beast.

Competition and cooperation may seem antithetical," he says, "but at some very deep level, they are two sides of the same coin.

Are you really sure that a floor can't also be a ceiling?

What was the human animal in the midst of the siege? An herbivore that crawled on all fours, browsing on dirty grasses. A predator that hunted alone or in packs. A social animal that spoke of noble art and wound violin strings from the guts of dead sheep and pigs. A creature with canine teeth for tearing, but with a tongue for speaking. A mouth that could devour or sing.

I shall speak of love... and of hate. It is truly a marvel, but I tell you, hatred and love may live cramped together, crouching in the same heart.

Tudo se resume e se resumirá, pelos séculos, a uma estratificada e convencional briguinha entre o Mal e o Bem.

Por que bonita, se coxa? Por que coxa, se bonita?

It was my first lesson. Beneath the smooth, familiar face of things is another that waits to tear the world in two.

Have you no more memories?' I am made of memories. The memories come, and come. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.

Beneath the smooth, familiar face of things is another that waits to tear the world in two.

My sister might be twice the goddess I was, but I was twice the witch

Would I be skimmed milk or a harpy? A foolish gull or a villainous monster?

The three unholy McGees—the one I try not to be, and the one I wish I was, and the one I really am.

between Don Quixote the mystic and Sancho Panza the sensualist there is no middle ground.