Quotes About Duality

I was born in a town that was straight out of a fairy tale. Many people died there, and when I walked away, I held hands with my other self. To me it seemed like we were the only two people in the world. Neither one of us possessed a real name. -Johan Liebert

Your whole question is the mistake. Who's the serpent and who's the Holy Mother? Who's bad and who's good? Who persuaded the other one to eat the apple? Who has the power and who's powerless? All of these questions are the wrong question.

You know what they say about "truth" and "the appearance of truth" being opposites.

Good and evil." I chuckle under my breath. "Such binary thinking. So simplistic. So boring. Everything is shades of gray, Emery. There is no such thing as good people or evil people. There are simply people. And some of us are willing to do whatever it takes to get what we want. I don't think you're one of them. Do you understand what I'm telling you?

Writers live twice. They go along with their regular life, are as fas as anyone in the grocery store, crossing the street, getting dressed for work in the morning. But there's another part of them that they have been training. The one that lives every second at a time. That sits down and sees their life again and goes over it. Looks at the texture and details.

I wonder if I don't give too much of myself to writing: I am always half where I am; the other half is feeding the furnace, kick-starting the heat of creativity. I am making love with someone but at the same time I'm noticing how this graceful hand across my belly might just fit in with the memory of lilacs in Albuquerque in 1974.

I'm a Gemini, so I change my mind every day.

Christianity agrees with Dualism that this universe is at war.

But it did seem that the thing we are most proud of and the thing we are most ashamed of are but the front and back of the same coin.

Every technology is both a burden and a blessing; not either-or, but this-and-that.

Black and white, good and evil, is just a way to simplify life and make it easier for people to deal with. People love it too; that's why so many people go to church on a Sunday.

It's funny about 'passing.' We disapprove of it and at the same time condone it. It excites our contempt and yet we rather admire it. We shy away from it with an odd kind of revulsion, but we protect it.

Duality is an inherent condition of life. Everything that exists is double. Man is a dual creature with contrary principles embedded in his nature. They war within him and present attitudes to life which are antagonistic. This conflict is the eternal enterprise, the war in heaven, the never-ending struggle of the younger or inner man of imagination to assert His supremacy over the elder or outer man of sense.

was already different because I was a twin. Funny how you can say that: I am a twin. Not I am one of twins, but I actually am A Twin. Like there's two of me all the time, this other one right here beside me whether you can see him or not. Or as if you're saying, I'm a Half.

YANKY GO HOME Pero llevame contigo YANKEE GO HOME But take me with you...

A prince being thus obliged to know well how to act as a beast must imitate the fox and the lion, for the lion cannot protect himself from traps, and the fox cannot defend himself from wolves. One must therefore be a fox to recognize traps, and a lion to frighten wolves.

We're none of us, are we, just one thing? I am a policeman, but also a father, a husband for the time being, a nursemaid to a sister who I pray will survive her illness. You are a journalist, a writer, and I don't know what else besides. To look at a person from a single angle is to deform them. Even if Yolanda is guilty...she is also afraid of the dark. And I cannot forget that I put her there.

Nicholas Shakespeare

Sometimes you feel so happy, it feels almost the same as sadness.

Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows

he wanted so much, but asked for nothing. Just pretended he was respectable. Pretended as if he was never gripped by animalistic savagery

Every wall has two reasons for existing.

Hild felt herself split in two: the butcher-bird thinking, I could take him, and the seer, I serve the king.

She turned her head slightly, to examine me out of each eye, as though each saw a different world but only one could be trusted.