Quotes by Christopher Pike

The opposite of love is not hate. It is indifference.

You will see that the things you desire most are the very things that bring you the greatest sorrow.

Before I begin, may I ask how old you are?You may ask.How old are you?Its none of your business

He cries. Please! I dont want to die.I lean over. My hair smothers him.Then you should never have been born, I say.

John: Have mercy. I dont want to die!Sita: Then you should never have been born.

No religion is perfect, not after man gets through with it.

Relationships are mysterious. We doubt the positive qualities in others, seldom the negative. You will say to your partner: do you really love me? Are you sure you love me? You will ask this a dozen times and drive the person nuts. But you never ask: are you really mad at me? Are you sure you’re angry? When someone is angry, you don’t doubt it for a moment. Yet the reverse should be true. We should doubt the negative in life, and have faith in the positive.

When you were in love, you knew no fear or hatred. When you were fearful, there was no possibility of love or hate. And when there was hate, there was only hate.

I turned to look into his face one last time. It was as if I could see the whole universe in his eyes. Maybe he was God, maybe he was simply enlightened. I didnt care right then, in that blessed moment, I just loved him. Later, though, the love was to turn to hate, to fear. They seemed so opposite, the feelings, yet they were all one note on his flute.

It’s like a haunted house we can’t leave,’ Neil said.A haunted house we’re afraid to leave, Tony thought.

The best art always comes unbidden.

You’re in love with your image of Linda. Mr. Green is in love with his image of Jesus. Both of your images have little to do with reality. Both of you are making yourselves miserable.’That’s not fair, comparing me to him. You don’t see me hammering nails in people.’You prefer to hammer them through your own hands.

As much as you long for it, it longs for you more. Take one step toward the Big Person and it will take a hundred steps toward you.

For feeling, not events, is to me the essence of history.

There comes a time for everybody when words and reasons can become such a great weariness.

People with power always take advantage of those without power.

I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.

Truly, a life in constant pain is the life of the damned.

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldnt understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do.

Were not gods, Julia. Were helpers. Thats all. People have called us terrible things in the past. But that was only because they didnt understand us. That understanding is for the future, a time not long from now. You may live to see it. Then perhaps you can work openly, but for now, keep your gifts to yourself. Never flaunt your abilities. Never think you hold the power of life and death. Only God has that power. When its a persons time, nothing can save them.