Dean Koontz Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• The opportunity to love a dog and to treat it with kindness is an opportunity for a lost and selfish heart to be redeemed. They are powerless and innocent, and it is how we treat the humblest among us that surely determines the fate of our souls

  Dean Koontz

  Dog, Kindness, Selfish

  Dean Koontz (2007). “The Darkest Evening of the Year: A Novel”, p.107, Bantam

• Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the mind and heart as deep meditation and almost as good for the soul as prayer.

  Dean Koontz

  Dog, Prayer, Heart

  Dean Koontz (2007). “False Memory”, p.80, Bantam

• Golden retrievers are not bred to be guard dogs, and considering the size of their hearts and their irrepressible joy in life, they are less likely to bite than to bark, less likely to bark than to lick a hand in greeting. In spite of their size, they think they are lap dogs, and in spite of being dogs, they think they are also human, and nearly every human they meet is judged to have the potential to be a boon companion who might, at many moment, cry, "Let's go!" and lead them on a great adventure.

  Dean Koontz

  Dog, Heart, Adventure

  Dean Koontz (2007). “The Darkest Evening of the Year: A Novel”, p.69, Bantam

• All human lives are so profoundly and intricately entwined-those dead, those living, those generations yet to come-that the fate of all is the fate of each, and the hope of humanity rests in every heart and in every pair of hands.

  Dean Koontz

  Heart, Fate, Hands

  Dean Koontz (2007). “From the Corner of His Eye: A Novel”, p.561, Bantam

• One of the greatest gifts we receive from dogs is the tenderness they evoke in us. The disappointments of life, the injustices, the battering events that are beyond our control, and the betrayals we endure, from those we befriended and loved, can make us cynical and turn our hearts into flint – on which only the matches of anger and bitterness can be struck into flame. By their delight in being with us, the reliable sunniness of their disposition, the joy they bring to playtime, the curiosity with which they embrace each new experience, dogs can melt cynicism,and sweeten the bitter heart.

  Dean Koontz

  Dog, Disappointment, Betrayal

• Every eye sees its own special vision; every ear hears a most different song. In each man's troubled heart, an incision would reveal a unique, shameful wrong.

  Dean Koontz

  Love, Song, Heart

  Dean Koontz (2004). “The Bad Place”, p.11, Penguin

• Because God is never cruel, there is a reason for all things. We must know the pain of loss; because if we never knew it, we would have no compassion for others, and we would become monsters of self-regard, creatures of unalloyed self-interest. The terrible pain of loss teaches humility to our prideful kind, has the power to soften uncaring hearts, to make a better person of a good one.

  Dean Koontz

  Pain, Rip, Heart

  Dean Koontz (2007). “The Darkest Evening of the Year: A Novel”, p.244, Bantam

• The brain acknowledged the approach of death while the heart stubbornly insisted upon immortality.

  Dean Koontz

  Heart, Brain, Immortality

  Dean Koontz (1992). “Hideaway”, Berkley Publishing Group

• Evil itself may be relentless. I will grant you that, but love is relentless too. Friendship is a relentless force. Family is a relentless force. Faith is relentless force. The human spirit is relentless, and the human heart outlasts - and can defeat - even the most relentless force of all, which is time.

  Dean Koontz

  Heart, Love Is, Evil

• Creating a family in this turbulent world is an act of faith, a wager that against all odds there will be a future, that love can last, that the heart can triumph against all adversities and even against the grinding wheel of time.

  Dean Koontz

  Family, Heart, Adversity

• Some people misunderstand evil and believe it will relent, and because their misplaced hope inspires dark hearts to dream darker dreams, they are the fathers and mothers of all wars. Evil does not relent; it must be defeated. And even when defeated, uprooted, and purified by fire, evil leaves behind a seed that will one day germinate and, in blooming, again be misunderstood.

  Dean Koontz

  Mother, Dream, Father

  Dean Koontz (2012). “Odd Apocalypse: An Odd Thomas Novel”, p.65, Bantam

• The heart is an artist that paints over what profoundly disturbs it, leaving on the canvas a less dark, less sharp version of the truth.

  Dean Koontz

  Truth, Heart, Dark

  Dean Koontz (2007). “Forever Odd: An Odd Thomas Novel”, p.8, Bantam

• The human imagination may be the most elastic thing in the universe, stretching to encompass the millions of dreams that in centuries of relectless struggle built modern civilization, to entertain the endless doubts that hamper every human enterprise, and to conceive the vast menagerie of boogeymen that trouble every human heart.

  Dean Koontz

  Dream, Struggle, Heart

  Dean Koontz (2007). “The Taking: A Novel”, p.143, Bantam

• Each reader needs to bring his or her own mind and heart to the text.

  Dean Koontz

  Heart, Mind, Needs

• No one can tell you what your heart should feel.

  Dean Koontz

  Heart, Should, Feels

  Dean Koontz (2007). “Velocity: A Novel”, p.232, Bantam

• Although the constant shadow of certain death looms over everyday, the pleasures and joys of life can be so fine and affecting that the heart is nearly stilled in astonishment.

  Dean Koontz

  Motivational, Heart, Joy

• All I asked was that I be spared surprises, although, in this world of six billion souls, all acting with free will and too many with audacity, surprises are inevitable, too few of them are the kind that make you smile and that lift your heart.

  Dean Koontz

  Heart, Soul, Make You Smile

  Dean Koontz (2016). “The Complete Odd Thomas 8-Book Bundle: Odd Thomas, Forever Odd, Brother Odd, Odd Hours, Odd Apocalypse, Odd Interlude, Deeply Odd, Saint Odd”, p.1013, Bantam

• She blinked, sat up, and saw Chris in the bathroom doorway. He'd just gotten out the shower. His hair was damp, and he was dressed only in his briefs. The sight of his thin, boyish body - all ribs and elbows and knees - pulled at her heart, for he looked so innocent and vulnerable. He was so small and fragile that she wondered how she could ever protect him, and renewed fear rose in her.

  Dean Koontz

  Fear, Heart, Hair

  Dean Koontz (2003). “Lightning”, p.230, Penguin

• What most people find important, you do not. This is Wisdom. To what you believe is important, you are ready to give your mind, heart, and soul. This is Grace.

  Dean Koontz

  Wisdom, Believe, Heart

  Dean Koontz (2007). “Fear Nothing: A Novel”, p.192, Bantam

• She lived for others, her heart tuned to their anguish and their needs.

  Dean Koontz

  Heart, Needs, Anguish

  Dean Koontz (2007). “From the Corner of His Eye: A Novel”, p.1, Bantam

• The world is full of broken people. Splints, casts, miracle drugs, and time can't mend fractured hearts, wounded hearts, wounded minds, torn spirits.

  Dean Koontz

  Heart, People, Broken

  Dean Koontz (2007). “One Door Away from Heaven: A Novel”, p.1, Bantam

• Although the human heart is selfish and arrogant, so many struggle against their selfishness and learn humility; because of them, as long as there is life, there is hope that beauty lost can be rediscovered, that what has been reviled can be redeemed.

  Dean Koontz

  Selfish, Struggle, Heart

  Dean Koontz (2007). “The Taking: A Novel”, p.216, Bantam

• We may lack riches, but the greatest fortune is what lies in our hearts.

  Dean Koontz

  Lying, Heart, May

  Dean Koontz (2014). “The Odd Thomas Series 7-Book Bundle: Odd Thomas, Forever Odd, Brother Odd, Odd Hours, Odd Apocalypse, Odd Interlude, Deeply Odd”, p.315, Bantam

• On those occasions when he had killed in the dark, he later needed to see his victims' faces because, in some unlit corner of his heart, he half expected to find his own face looking up at him, ice-white and dead-eyed. "Deep down," the dream-victim had said, "You know that you're already dead yourself, burnt out inside. You realize that you have far more in common with your victims after you've killed them than before.

  Dean Koontz

  Dream, Heart, Dark

• Sometimes it seemed that the human heart, this side of Eden, feared life more than death, light more than darkness, freedom more than surrender.

  Dean Koontz

  Heart, Light, Eden

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