Karl Lagerfeld Quotes

I don't really make plans and I just want to be happy and continue with my business and take care of my wife and kids. I want to sit back, relax and enjoy life.

I'll be working until I die.

Who wants a life of ease? And who wants a life in the office that you hate, and who wants to play golf?

You can't work all your life.

I've spoken to people who have retired once they lost the enjoyment of a long day in the field or going to the gym. If I lose that, it's time to go.

I'm not gonna make 65. Let's just face facts, guys.

It is everyone's prerogative to retire. But it's like giving up on life as far as I'm concerned.

Life and hope must cease together.

But the truth, he knows, is otherwise. His pleasure in living has been snuffed out. Like a leaf on a stream, like a puffball on a breeze, he has begun to float towards his end. He sees it quite clearly, and it fills him with (the word will not go away) despair. The blood of life is leaving his body and despair is taking its place, despair that is like a gas, odourless, tasteless, without nourishment. You breathe it in, your limbs relax, you cease to care, even at the moment when the steel touches your throat.

There was a point where there was a vision that we'll get to a certain age, and then we'll retire and be happy. Now that's like, that's being compromised every day. So I think we have to start living happy now and stop waiting for the forty years because by then you'll be so sick, you wouldn't enjoy it anyway.

You can't be scared of death. When that time comes, it comes.

I don't see the point in working just to be working.

To watch King Lear is to approach the recognition that there is indeed no meaning in life, and that there are limits to human understanding.

I work for wardrobe. Whenever I need clothes, I take a job. If I get maybe like six changes, then I'll be a grandmother, I don't care.

What is the point of working all your life and then stopping?

I have no intention of retiring. Even my blood sugar is better when I'm working.

Death, only, renders hope futile.

I have not cared for money, and I enjoy working. Money comes my way. People work hard so they get enough money. Or they work hard so they don't have to work hard later in life. But though I don't need money, I still work hard because I like what I am doing.

The end of labor is to gain leisure.

We're going to live longer than our parents' generation, and there comes a point when you ask yourself, 'What am I going do?' You can only play so much golf.

I don't want to bust my butt for the rest of my life, like my parents.

Death threatens our speech with futility because death is not just a biological event - it is a reality we fear may rob our living of any significance.

The reward of labour is life. Is that not enough?

Why would I retire from something I enjoy doing? I can hardly wait to get here.

To retire is to begin to die.