Dean Koontz Quotes

Chaos is my natural habitat. I write about chaotic situations and about people finding their way through the chaos, the hope that you can find your way.

I don't see America as a mainland, but as a sea, a big ocean. Sometimes a storm arises, a formidable current develops, and it seems it will engulf everything. Wait a moment, another current will appear and bring the first one to naught.

Everyone is flailing through this life without an owner's manual, with whatever modicum of grace and good humor we can manage.

My belief is in the chaos of the world and that you have to find your peace within the chaos and that you still have to find some sort of mission.

I was born for a storm and a calm does not suit me.

Fate whirls on the bark, and the rough gale sweeps from the rising tide the lazy calm of thought.

The first few years in L.A. were really tough and scary, but I had to figure things out for myself.

We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.

One is and is not in the centre of the maelstrom of it all.

If my ship sails from sight, it doesn't mean my journey ends, it simply means the river bends.

There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.

You can find peace amidst the storms that threaten you.

In chaos there is opportunity

I tell you naught for your comfort Yea, naught for your desire, Save that the sky grows darker yet And the sea rises higher.

In times like these, it is helpful to remember that there have always been times like these

In prosperity prepare for a change; in adversity hope for one

Being a fish out of water is tough, but that's how you evolve.

There's going to be ups, there's going to be downs and you're going to have to roll with the punches.

Life is an overwhelming bundle of loose threads. The ones you can hang on to are precious.

Just keep playing, mastering as you do the step Into disorder this one meant. Don't you see It's all we can do? Meanwhile, great fires Arise, as of haystacks aflame. The dial has been set And that's ominous, but all your graciousness in living Conspires with it, now that this is our home: A place to be from, and have people ask about.

Sticking with uncertainty is how we learn to relax in the midst of chaos, how we learn to be cool when the ground beneath us suddenly disappears. We can bring ourselves back to the spiritual path countless times every day simply by exercising our willingness to rest in the uncertainty of the present moment—over and over again.

Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main, That things might change or cease; tears his white hair, Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury and make nothing of; Strives in his little world of man to outscorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all.

For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.

Before something great happens, everything falls apart. Just hold on long enough to get through the smoke screen.

Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling.