Top 100 Lauren Groff Quotes
#1. Whether the weather be cold, whether the weather be hot, we'll be together whatever the weather whether we like it or not
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#3. Dogs, being wordless, can only be mirrors of their humans. It's not their fault that their people are fatally flawed.
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#4. She hated perfume. It was a cover for poor hygiene or for body shame. Clean people never aspired to the floral.
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#5. Storytelling is a landscape, and tragedy is comedy is drama. It simply depends on how you frame what you're seeing.
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#6. Never. Never for me. I'd die first. Never's a liar.
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#7. They could have lived on happiness alone, in their glamourous poverty, in their apartment.
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#8. The senator was the kind of man who, having expended all his empathetic capital on marrying someone surprising, wanted to make sure no other people had the ability to make their own choices for themselves. He was anti-immigration, antiwoman, antigay, and that was just for starters. To
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#10. A lot of my work comes from a place of despair or fear. I often write in order to gain some sort of control over aspects of my life or the world that seem too dark to look at directly.
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#11. We think of stories a lot of the time as being horizontal texts, beginning to end. But I love the idea of having little vertical spikes in the story, too.
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#12. WIDOW. The word consumes itself, said Sylvia Plath, who consumed herself.
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#13. Stigmata, she said as tonguelessly as possible, and laughed.
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#14. Lucrezia has never seen her own face, and cannot know its expressions
how, at that moment, her smile was an explosion.
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#15. Hey. Look at me. You're being ridiculous, and not because you have woman parts.
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#16. The greatest texts, I think, first dazzle, then with careful rereading, they instruct. I have learned from Virginia Woolf more than I even know how to articulate.
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#17. We will return to them. For now, he's the one we can't look away from. He is the shining one.]
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#19. He'd been dazzled by the luck; she smiled, knowing that luck was not real. The
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#20. We have all had stupid youths,' said Mathilde. 'I find them delicious.
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#21. Best to distrust this retrospective radiance: gold dust settles over memory and makes it shine.
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#22. His heart ... responds to those once-upon-a-time people, anonymous in the shadows, the faith it took them to come together and rest and listen through the gruesomeness, their patience for the ever after, happy or not.
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#23. The strong wind rises against the trees so they bend like girls washing their hair.
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#24. What kind of shark is a shark that doesn't attack? A dolphin. Who needs dolphins? Dolphins are delicious. They make great snacks.
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#25. there are untruths made of words and untruths made of silences,
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#27. He can only bear tragedy if it's abstract.
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#28. Already he loved the laugh she held in her,
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#29. Famous people consume us because we are bored.
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#30. Kipling called it a very long conversation.
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#31. The sun and wind pour into the sheets on the line. There are bodies in the billowing, forms created and lost in a breath.
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#32. Paradox of marriage: you can never know someone entirely; you do know someone entirely.
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#33. Right now, right now, I am strange. It is strange. This life is strange. For now, only for now, I am happy.
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#34. Also the fact that he's a guy. A girl screws around like Lotto and she's like diseased. Untouchable. But a guy can stick it to a million places and everyone just thinks he's doing what boys do.
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#35. A mother's job is to prop open all possible doors for her children.
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#36. A man living in a place that doesn't change doesn't expect it ever will.
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#37. No coffee either, caffeine withdrawal the real tragedy here.
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#38. Horrible to think that inside a human being there could be a human being. A separate brain thinking its separate thoughts.
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#39. There was the other thing, the far worse thing. During the same time she began to write, she left him. He was wrapped up in his work. She came back and he never knew she was gone.
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#40. If she was happy, it meant she wouldn't leave him; and it had become painfully apparent over their short marriage that he was not worth the salt she sweated.
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#41. It would probably be softer, less muscular, like sexual yoga. It'd at least be novel.
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#42. Oh. That's because I've stopped smiling," Mathilde said. "For so many years, I never let anyone see me without smiling. I don't know why I didn't stop earlier. It's enormously relaxing.
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#43. I see history as really cyclical in terms of the intense idealism, and the desire to create a better life outside of societal norms.
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#44. Even then, she knew that there is no such thing as sure. There is no absolute anything. The gods love to fuck with
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#45. She had been led to this conclusion by forces greater than she. Conquers all! All you need is! Is a many-splendored thing! Surrender to!
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#46. I try not to think too much or be too impatient, and let the back of my brain do its mysterious work.
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#47. A FASCINATING PBS SPECIAL on black holes: the suck and draw so strong it can gulp down light.
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#48. ...when we lose the stories we have believed about ourselves, we are losing more than stories, we are losing ourselves.
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#50. I think that writers have natural canvases, and my canvas, even in short stories, often seems to be the scope of a life.
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#52. I live monastically, Mathilde said, meaning, of course, more.
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#53. You had to pick up a landline to make sure your best friend wore a matching outfit to school. I do remember people talking more. Nostalgia is dangerous, though.
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#54. Women in narratives were always defined by their relations.
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#55. At least in my case, a very simple, regular, happy life makes for better writing.
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#56. Then he blushed and seemed to fade where he stood ... When the musical star moved on, Lotto turned to her and silently docked his head on her shoulder for two moments, recharged he turned to face the others.
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#57. His happiness stretched out its wings and gave a few flaps. He
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#58. Who, in the midst of passion, is vigilant against illness? Who listens to the reports of recently decimated populations in Spain, India, Bora Bora, when new lips, tongues and poems fill the world?
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#59. He got drunk as usual, but instead of drifting to sleep, he stayed up, and at a white heat, wrote what had been sitting on his heart for decades.
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#60. Poetry is what he turns to these days, finding in its fragmentation the proper echo of the disintegrating world.
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#61. We watched each other in the candlelight and suave music, and because laughter was the only weapon we had, we laughed until the chill of his story faded, and was gone.
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#62. An actor in a playwright's hide," he said sadly. "I'll never not be vain." "Oh, well. It's you," she said. "You're desperate for the love of strangers. To be seen." "You see me," he said, and he heard the echo with his thoughts a minute before and was pleased. "I do," she said. "Now.
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#63. She was so agreeably flexible when it came to Lotto that she could have been a contortionist.
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#64. Happy birthday, friend of my heart," she said.
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#65. I have a million ideas. I'm boiling over with them. I had to go for a walk to get away from them, but the problem with ideas is that the more you walk, the more you get. They breed in the brainpan.
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#66. The noble feel the same strong feelings as the rest of us; the difference is in how they choose to act.
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#67. 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,
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#68. As I touched the beast I remembered how, even on that long-ago night, I could feel a tremendous thing moving in the depths below me, something vast and white and singing.
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#69. In the end, fiction is the craft of telling truth through lies.
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#71. In the height of her happiness many years later, she would think of that solitary little girl, face downturned like a demure fucking bellflower, while inside there was the maelstrom. She'd want to smack that kid hard. Or pick her up in her arms and cover her eyes and run somewhere safe with her.
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#72. ...he knows stories don't need to be factual to be vital.
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#74. [The lives of others come together in fragments. A light shining off a separate story can illuminate what had remained dark.
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#75. She was so tired of the old way of telling stories, all those too-worn narrative paths, the familiar plot thickets, the fat social novels. She needed something messier, something sharper, something like a bomb going off.
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#77. I won't walk under scaffolding or under ladders. I wear things like a baseball player wears things that are supposed to have luck. I am superstitious about everything.
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#78. Sometimes immense things, like war and death and aging, are best seen from the corner of the eye and written of only obliquely, with tremendous lightness.
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#79. How long would this sunset take? Time was not behaving the way he had come to expect.
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#80. Her old body against his old body, unbeautiful in aging. But together, they were still beautiful, somehow.
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#81. Total intimacy is a myth; that said, a particular kind of loneliness can be both beautiful and fruitful.
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#82. Lotto once said to her, and she laughed and conceded that she was. She wasn't sure just then if she was telling the truth or if she was lying. Great
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#83. You say that as if he's sick," Mathilde said. "He is. Great American Artistitis,
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#85. Better for sure than Lotto had been. Well, she knew what that was like.
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#86. Pay attention, he thinks. Not to the grand gesture, but to the passing breath.
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#87. What she did not tell him balanced neatly with what she did.
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#88. Slattern's robe. Her feet were red at the knuckles
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#89. The darkest period of my life, so far, arrived the summer I was pregnant with my eldest son. The future was growing in me with all of its terrifying unpredictability, and I found myself anxious, unable to work and woefully at sea.
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#90. He thinks of the rotten parachute they played with as kids in Arcadia: they hurtle through life aging unimaginably fast, but each grasps a silken edge of memory that billows between them and softens the long fall.
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#91. THERE IS LITTLE that a puppy won't fix, even if the fix is for a short time.
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#92. She knew she was the interesting one. "You're a bad liar," he said. She
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#93. Little Sally is beheading daisies on the drive ... couldn't be more eloquent if she could speak ...
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#94. Unplug from the humble needs of the body and a person becomes no more than a ghost.
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#95. In nearly everyone who had ever lived there was at least one small splinter of evil.
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#96. Research is about following the gleam into the dark. It's also about being sensitive enough to know which fact is "the creative fact; the fertile fact; the fact that suggests and engenders," as opposed to the fact that deadens and kills a delicate new project.
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#97. It moved him to know that for her he was everything. He wouldn't ask for more than she'd willingly give.
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#98. He went beatboxing to the bathroom, and when he came back, he brought a stench with him. The boy behind him kicked his shirt and out fell a tiny poop.
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#99. She could be happy growing old, moving among people when she wanted, but alone.
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#100. You're so charming you make us forget that you have to be a serial killer on the inside to do what you do to us. Put us in your plays, warts and all, showing us off like we're some sort of sideshow freaks.
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