Dean Koontz Quotes

Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.

As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.

People come. They go. Dying is the same as rehab or moving back to Missouri. It just means I won't be seeing them again.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

I long for the time of no more departures. It has something to do with age, probably.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

We enter the world alone, we leave the world alone.

Life is sad. People, you know, are going to pass, and you know that you will one day.

Everything that we love will, at some point, be taken away from us. If I think about everyone I love eventually being taken away from me by death, or simply by getting lost from each other in the world, it makes me value them much more now.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

I think about dying. I've come to realize we all die alone in one way or another.

Losing a parent makes you realize how temporary everything is - you're looking through someone's whole life in a drawer, and they're very simply gone.

I'm not cynical, but the reality is that life is mortal. Terrible, sad things happen. Everybody loses friends and family. I'll be on tour and get really scared if my wife won't answer her phone within one minute. I'm sensitive.

Love that well which thou must leave ere long.

When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker around me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the great constellation, The place where a star used to be

The problem with death is absence

We all know that the people we love are mortal, we all know we’re mortal, we know it’s going to end; you cannot prepare yourself for it.

Thus we live, forever taking leave.

Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part?

In the end, we all lose it. Remember that. In the end, we own nothing.

Love is transient even on a very personal level. We lose everyone that we love. Sometimes we drift apart and sometimes we die.

All our songs are about love, travel and death.