Lauren Groff Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Lauren Groff
Lauren Groff Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Dogs, being wordless, can only be mirrors of their humans. It's not their fault that their people are fatally flawed.
I think that writers have natural canvases, and my canvas, even in short stories, often seems to be the scope of a life.
The noble feel the same strong feelings as the rest of us; the difference is in how they choose to act.
He had nowhere to be; he had nothing to do; he was deeply depressed, fracking depressed, deep-shale shattered.
Everything is cyclical. Historical eras go through times of intense cynicism, broken by periods of intense idealism.
If there's a black cat that crosses the street in my path, I will turn around and walk 20 minutes out of my way to not cross it.
What kind of shark is a shark that doesn't attack? A dolphin. Who needs dolphins? Dolphins are delicious. They make great snacks.
It was as if the tide of him had been ebbing from her, but she knew, like a real tide, time would bring him back.
My Templeton is to Cooperstown as a shadow is to the tree that spawned it; an outline that takes texture from the ground it falls on.
A feminist is just someone who recognizes power structures that keep people from having the fullest life they can.
The world was precarious, Lotto had learned. People could be subtracted from it with swift bad math.
Her old body against his old body, unbeautiful in aging. But together, they were still beautiful, somehow.
Let me be the wave. And if I cannot be the wave, let me be the rupture at the bottom. Let me be that terrible first rift in the dark.]
He'll flirt until you're a blob of goo and make you fall in love, then look all befuddled when you come on to him.
I try not to think too much or be too impatient, and let the back of my brain do its mysterious work.
One can't be goof if one can't see the sun. And what does it mean to be human if you can't end your life better than how it began.
But all along she had held within her a second story underneath the first, waging a terrible and silent battle with her certainty.
I see ghosts everywhere, and that is partially a function of my being incredibly near-sighted and reading way too late into the night.
So you win. No matter what, you win. It all works out for you in the end. Always. Someone or something's looking out for you. It's maddening.
Still a bit of an athlete, he was pleased to see, even after his summer encased in plaster. Someone brought
Total intimacy is a myth; that said, a particular kind of loneliness can be both beautiful and fruitful.
The sun and wind pour into the sheets on the line. There are bodies in the billowing, forms created and lost in a breath.
She hated perfume. It was a cover for poor hygiene or for body shame. Clean people never aspired to the floral.
I've never wanted to chuck my mortgage, drop the kids off at their grandparents' and run gloriously naked in fields of flax.
It moved him to know that for her he was everything. He wouldn't ask for more than she'd willingly give.
I love writing from enclosed spaces: you really learn about your characters when they have tight walls to push against.
I see history as really cyclical in terms of the intense idealism, and the desire to create a better life outside of societal norms.
This didn't sound strange to her in the meadow full of winter light. It wouldn't ring strange for some months, because here the horror was,
What was this mania for universal adoration? Mathilde knew herself unworthy of the love of a single soul, and he wanted the love of everyone.
Whatever happened to all of those friends of ours Lotto wondered. The ones who had seemed so essential had faded away.
[The lives of others come together in fragments. A light shining off a separate story can illuminate what had remained dark.