Sita Quotes

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“True courage, in the face of almost certain death, is the rarest quality on earth.”
Christopher Pike, Black Blood

“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.”
Christopher Pike, The Last Vampire

“The most content people are those who expect nothing, who have ceased to dream.”
Christopher Pike, Red Dice

“Most of all I grieve for my soul because even though I do, finally, believe there is a God, and that I have met him, I do not know if he has given me an immortal soul, but only one that was to last me as long as my body lasted. I do not know if when the last page of my book is closed, that will be the end of me.”
Christopher Pike, The Last Vampire

“I wanted you to thank you for being my friend and letting me play a part in your story.”
Christopher Pike, The Last Vampire

“It is a paradox. Life is that way. God designed it that way. I believe I met him once. He was full of mischief.”
Christopher Pike, Black Blood
tags: sita

“There is no time for grief; there never is.”
Christopher Pike, Red Dice

“Power, wealth and immortality--they don't bring happiness. You will never know what the word means.”
Christopher Pike, Black Blood

“This problem - it is age old. To do what is right and save the day without destroying the very thing the day is lived for.”
Christopher Pike, Black Blood
tags: sita

“The physics are simple in theory, but in practice they are filled with the possibility for limitless error.”
Christopher Pike, The Last Vampire

“There would be a trial and there would be a judge. The only problem was, there could only be one sentence.”
Christopher Pike, Red Dice
tags: sita

“John: 'Have mercy. I don't want to die!'
Sita: 'Then you should never have been born.”
Christopher Pike, Phantom

“I’m a coward, I close my eyes. I don’t understand why God made sight the only sense that can be blocked off.”
Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 5: The Sacred Veil

“When I look at my life, there has been far more pain than joy.”
Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 5: The Sacred Veil
tags: sita

Gita V. Reddy
“When you banish me, you who are maryadapurushottham will be writing a law which will render innocent women of coming generations homeless and destitute.”
Gita V. Reddy, The Vigil and Other Stories

“Shri Ram said: “Ever since I have been separated from you, Sita, everything to me has become its very reverse. The fresh and tender leaves on the trees look like tongues of fire; nights appear as dreadful as the night of final dissolution and the moon scorches like the sun. Beds of lotuses are like so many spears planted on the ground, while rain-clouds pour boiling oil as it were. Those that were friendly before, have now become tormenting; the cool, soft and fragrant breezes are now like the hissing serpent. One’s agony is assuaged to some extent even by speaking of it, but to whom shall I speak about it? For there is no one who will understand. The reality about the chord of love that binds you and me, dear, is known to my heart alone; and my heart ever abides with you. Know this to be the essence of my love.”
Tulsidas, Ramayana

“Krishna means love," she said. "But Radha means longing. Longing is older than love. I am older than he. Did you know that, Sita?”
Christopher Pike, The Last Vampire

“Yet I have to wonder if I have lost the song because I have become the song. If I have lost my Lord because I do indeed desire to be what I will become. A lover who hates, a saint who sins, and an angel who kills.”
Christopher Pike, Black Blood

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
“I listened mesmerized, visualizing the goddess with her divine mate, wondering if it was possible for humans to replicate this perfect relationship. Would I be blessed with such a love in my life?”
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, The Forest of Enchantments

“I stand on a vast grass field of many gently sloping hills. It is night, yet the sky is bright. There is no sun, but a hundred blazing blue stars, each shining in a long river of nebulous cloud. The air is warm, pleasant, fragrant with the perfume of a thousand invisible flowers. In the distance a stream of people walk toward a large vessel of some type, nestled between the hills. The ship is violet, glowing; the bright rays that stab forth from it seem to reach to the stars. Somehow I know that it is about to leave and that I am supposed to be on it. Yet, before I depart, there is something I have to discuss with Lord Krishna.
He stands beside me on the wide plain, his gold flute in his right hand, a red lotus slower in his left. His dress is simple, as is mine - long blue gowns that reach to the ground. Only he wears a single jewel around his neck - the brilliant Kaustubha gem, in which the destiny of every soul can be seen. He does not look at me but toward the vast ship, and the stars beyond. He seems to be waiting for me to speak, but for some reason I cannot remember what he said last. I only know that I am a special case. Because I do not know what to ask, I say what is most on my mind.
"When will I see you again, my Lord?"
He gestures to the vast plain, the thousands of people leaving. "The earth is a place of time and dimension. Moments here can seem like an eternity there. It all depends on your heart. When you remember me, I am there in the blink of an eye."
"Even on earth?"
He nods. "Especially there. It is a unique place. Even the gods pray to take birth there."
"Why that, my Lord?"
He smiles faintly. His smile is bewitching. It has been said, I know, that the smile of the Lord has bewildered the minds of the angels. It has bewildered mine.
"One quest always leads to another question. Some things are better to wonder about." He turns toward me finally, his long black hair blowing in the soft night breeze. The stars reflect in his black pupils; the whole universe is there. The love that flows from him is the sweetest ambrosia in all the heavens. Yet it breaks my heart to feel because I know it will soon be gone. "It is all maya," he says. "Illusion."
"Will I get lost in this illusion, my Lord?"
"Of course. It is to be expected. You will be lost for a long time.”
Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“He said, where there is love, there is my grace.”
Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“I stand on a vast grass field of many gently sloping hills. It is night, yet the sky is bright. There is no sun, but a hundred blazing blue stars, each shining in a long river of nebulous cloud. The air is warm, pleasant, fragrant with the perfume of a thousand invisible flowers. In the distance a stream of people walk toward a large vessel of some type, nestled between the hills. The ship is violet, glowing; the bright rays that stab forth from it seem to reach to the stars. Somehow I know that it is about to leave and that I am supposed to be on it. Yet, before I depart, there is something I have to discuss with Lord Krishna.
He stands beside me on the wide plain, his gold flute in his right hand, a red lotus slower in his left. His dress is simple, as is mine - long blue gowns that reach to the ground. Only he wears a single jewel around his neck - the brilliant Kaustubha gem, in which the destiny of every soul can be seen. He does not look at me but toward the vast ship, and the stars beyond. He seems to be waiting for me to speak, but for some reason I cannot remember what he said last. I only know that I am a special case. Because I do not know what to ask, I say what is most on my mind.
"When will I see you again, my Lord?"
He gestures to the vast plain, the thousands of people leaving. "The earth is a place of time and dimension. Moments here can seem like an eternity there. It all depends on your heart. When you remember me, I am there in the blink of an eye."
"Even on earth?"
He nods. "Especially there. It is a unique place. Even the gods pray to take birth there."
"Why that, my Lord?"
He smiles faintly. His smile is bewitching. It has been said, I know, that the smile of the Lord has bewildered the minds of the angels. It has bewildered mine.
"One question always leads to another question. Some things are better to wonder about." He turns toward me finally, his long black hair blowing in the soft night breeze. The stars reflect in his black pupils; the whole universe is there. The love that flows from him is the sweetest ambrosia in all the heavens. Yet it breaks my heart to feel because I know it will soon be gone. "It is all maya," he says. "Illusion."
"Will I get lost in this illusion, my Lord?"
"Of course. It is to be expected. You will be lost for a long time.”
Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice