Quotes by : Lauren Groff

The stories themselves aren't what moves him now...What moves him are the shadowy people behind the stories,....

He thinks of the rotten parachute they played with as kids in Arcadia: they hurtle through life aging....

The writing seemed like the books that held it; crumbly and antique and bearing the stink of centuries.....

Only when she smiled at him was he finally able to relax.

She returned to him, pressed his cheeks in her hands. "My eccentric old man, thinking you could fly.""This....

I like a bit of spunk in a lady

And she had pushed, or she hadn't. The result was all the same. There had been no forgiveness for her.....

What she did not tell him balanced neatly with what she did.

Best to distrust this retrospective radiance: gold dust settles over memory and makes it shine.

It as mathematical, marriage, not, as one might expect, additional; it was exponential. This one man,....