Dare we linger, dare we skate? Dare we laugh or celebrate, knowing we may strain the ice? Preserve the ice at any price?
Dean KoontzSometimes it seemed that the human heart, this side of Eden, feared life more than death, light more than darkness, freedom more than surrender.
Dean KoontzEach smallest act of kindness, reverberates across great distances and spans of time --affecting lives unknown to the one whoโs generous spirit, was the source of this good echo. Because kindness is passed on and grows each time itโs passed until a simple courtesy becomes an act of selfless courage, years later, and far away. Likewise, each small meanness, each expression of hatred, each act of evil.
Dean Koontz