Wallace Stevens Quotes

This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no answer. He threw up no opposition. He attempted no phrase. His fist did not form. I waited. I listened. Nothing came, nothing. I cried then with a sudden conviction of complete desertion. Now there is nothing. No fin breaks the waste of this immeasurable sea. Life has destroyed me. No echo comes when I speak, no varied words. This is more truly death than the death of friends, than the death of youth.

I've been in that angst of loneliness, where you're really alone in the universe, except for the dog.

When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.

I have never felt bereft of anything.

Oh, what a void there is in things.

The dominant feeling of the battlefield is loneliness.

There is nothing else to do in my life... I have no family, relationships - this is the only thing that I do.

I go out there. I'm out there every day. [Pause] There is nothing out there.

You need as much ballast as possible to stop you from floating away; you need people around you, things going on, otherwise life is like some film where the money ran out, and there are no sets, or locations, or supporting actors, and it's just one bloke on his own staring into the camera with nothing to do and nobody to speak to, and who'd believe in this character then?

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

Here, though, there is nothing. Nothing at all. The sky seems empty even when I am looking at the moon and stars.

I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.

If hers are the stars in the nighttime sky, mine are the haunted empty spaces in between.

Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.

I want to be alone and work until the day my heads hits the drawing table and I'm dead. Kaput. I feel very much like I want to be with my brother and sister again. They're nowhere. I know they're nowhere and they don't exist, but if nowhere means that's where they are, that's where I want to be.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.

You are forever alone.

Maybe existence is ultimately a lonely thing.

Maybe I should quit the business. There's no one left for me to love. Mama's dead. Mr. Burns couldn't care less about me. What's left?

You write a story about loneliness, and you grab them all because everybody's an expert on that one.