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Dean Koontz Quotes about Heart

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No one can tell you what your heart should feel.

No one can tell you what your heart should feel.

Heart, Should, Feels

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

Dog, Prayer, Heart

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

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.

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.

Family, Heart, Adversity

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.

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.

Heart, Brain, Immortality

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

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.

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.

Heart, Fate, Hands

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

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

Heart, Mind, Needs

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.

Love, Song, Heart

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

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.

Selfish, Struggle, Heart

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

Truth, Heart, Dark

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

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.

Wisdom, Believe, Heart

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

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

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

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.

Dream, Struggle, Heart

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

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

Heart, Needs, Anguish

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

Dream, Heart, Dark

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

Heart, People, Broken

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

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

Heart, Light, Eden

In this uncertain space between birth and death, especially here at the end of the world in Moonlight Bay, we need hope as surely as we need food and water, love and friendship. The trick, however, is to remember that hope is a perilous thing, that it's not a steel and concrete bridge across the void between this moment and a brighter future. Hope is no stronger than tremulous beads of dew strung on a filament of spider web, and it alone can't long support the terrible weight of an anguished mind and a tortured heart.

Heart, Bridges, Space

Dean Koontz (2007). “Seize the Night: A Novel”, p.47, 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.

Motivational, Heart, Joy

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.

Fear, Heart, Hair

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

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.

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

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