Lauren Groff Quotes

Do not try to live forever. You will not succeed.

I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

Old age isn't so bad when you consider the alternative.

From my perspective, there's no reason to be afraid of aging, because if you age, you're lucky! The alternative is death.

Not even old age knows how to love death.

I don't think we have to have a personal relation to a life lost to understand that something terrible has taken place, especially in the context of war.

It's irrelevant to me what young Singaporeans think of me. I've lived long enough to know that you may be idealised in life and reviled after you're dead.

Old age is the supreme evil, for it deprives man of all pleasures while allowing his appetites to remain, and it brings with it every possible sorrow. Yet men fear death and desire old age.

But I'm kind of comfortable with getting older because it's better than the other option, which is being dead. So I'll take getting older.

War is death’s holy-day.

No one is so old that he cannot live yet another year, nor so young that he cannot die today.

In real life, it's war, and war's not entertainment. War is 'old men lying and young men dying' kind of deal. That's a saying; I didn't make that up.

Even if you live to be a ripe old age, you live long enough to see the people you love pass away.

Old men make wars that young men may die.

People talk philosophically, Oh, I don't want to live past 100.' You know, I'd like to hear them say that when they're 99.

The best advice about getting older? Just be thankful you're not dead!

He who has lived a day has lived an age.

Who are you?" "I am Death," said the creature. "I thought that was obvious." "But you're so small!" "Only because you are small. You are young and far from your Death, September, so I seem as anything would seem if you saw it from a long way off-very small, very harmless. But I am always closer than I appear. As you grow, I shall grow with you, until at the end, I shall loom huge and dark over your bed, and you will shut your eyes so as not to see me.

Men who fight wars in winter don't live till spring.

I shall die very young...maybe seventy, maybe eighty, maybe ninety. But I shall be very young.

And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it.

Warre is deaths feast.

I make war on the living, not the dead.