Quotes About Duality

but as God created life, so did He create destruction.

Some people are who you think they are. Some people hide the wolf inside of them, but you can hear them howl.

Porém ela sabia agora que havia épocas em que o feio e o bonito serviam exatamente para o mesmo propósito, quando qualquer coisa para a qual se olha é apenas um gancho onde pendurar as sensações descontroladas de seu corpo e os bocados e pedaços de sua mente.

They were a pair of people with no middle ground, nothing between polite formalities and an engulfing intimacy

Poison and medicine are often the same thing, given in different proportions

It was ugly and precious all at once.

She held on to two sides of an hourglass and wondered how this could be possible. The time she'd had alone had been gravitationally circumscribed by when her attachments would pull her back. And they had pulled now – doublefisted.

It is the worst of times. It is the best of times. Try as I might I cannot find a more appropriate opening for this volume: it helps tremendously that these words have been spoken before and, thanks to Charles Dickens, written at the beginning of A Tale of Two Cities.

We are all more–and less–than what we seem.

Oh, this terrible second me, always seated whilst the other is on foot, acting, living, suffering, bestirring itself. This second me that I have never been able to intoxicate, to make shed tears, or put to sleep. And how it sees into things, and how it mocks!

For the moment she was caught between the two worlds, neither one thing nor another. She would be sorry to let the former depart and yet she was longing for the latter to arrive: a new name and with it a new world and with it a new life.

BELLADONNA, n. In Italian a beautiful lady; in English a deadly poison. A striking example of the essential identity of the two tongues.

I am one of them. I am also Rachel. I am Risika

You are a gentleman, sir,' muttered Cosca. 'I am a murderer.' 'I see no reason why a man cannot be both . . .

It's an awful fine line between being raised above folk like a leader and being raised above ´em like a hanged man on display.

Maybe her father hadn't been quite the hero she always reckoned him. Maybe her mother wasn't quite the villain either. Maybe no one's all one or all the other.

Perhaps this would be a great day, the first of a great era, and he would be proud in after years to have had his part in it. Even if his part had been a dark one. Some men, after all, can only play dark parts. - Shenkt

They were well matched. Optimist and pessimist, idealist and pragmatist, dreamer and cynic.

There are few blessings without a curse hidden inside, nor curses without a whiff of blessing." Isern carved a little piece of chagga from a dried-out chunk. "Like most things, it's a matter of how you look at it." "Very profound." "As always." "Maybe someone whose head hurt less would enjoy your wisdom more.

Every hero is someone's villain

Should've stayed a carpenter," he whispered. But the sword had been the easier choice. To work wood you need all manner of tools–chisels and saws, axes great and small, nails and hammers, awls and planes. To be a killer you just need two. A blade and the will.

People like things that are simple. Black and white. Good and evil. They want to make a choice and tell themselves they were right. But as His Eminence is fond of saying, the real world is painted in greys. The truth is complicated, full of mixed emotions and blurred outcomes and each-way bets. The truth… is a hard sell.

There are few blessings without a curse hidden inside, nor curses without a whiff of blessing.

Do you know what's worse than a villain? A villain who thinks he's a hero.