Tom Stoppard Quotes

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

There was an enjoyment to being alive, he felt, that because of an underlying meaninglessness–like how a person alone for too long cannot feel comfortable when with others; cannot neglect that underlying the feeling of belongingness is the certainty, really, of loneliness, and nothingness, and so experiences life in that hurried, worthless way one experiences a mistake–he could no longer get at.

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

It's so dreadful to have nothing to love - life is so empty - and there's nothing worse than emptiness.

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

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

Just having the pain of being alive without anything else, whether it's good or bad. There's a lot of serious songs on the record, you know. That song is just about feeling like a fish out of water, feeling like you don't belong on the planet sometimes.

Maybe existence is ultimately a lonely thing.

Mr. Brad Delp. J'ai une ame solitaire. I am a lonely soul.

Oh, what a void there is in things.

Loneliness is about the scariest thing out there.

It will be a lonelier life than I have ever known before.

... unspeakably lonely.

His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen.

I have a life that's just been a well of loneliness.

...but the truth is that I don't feel like I can carry anyone but myself right now. The streets are empty. I am empty. Or, no--I am full of pain. It's my life that's empty.

There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise.

And so you see I have come to doubt -All that I once held as true ~ I stand alone without beliefs -The only truth I know is you

What I was afraid of was my own grief, the weight of it, the ineluctable corrosive force of it, and the stark awareness I had of being, for the first time in my life, entirely alone, a Crusoe shipwrecked and stranded in the limitless wastes of a boundless and indifferent ocean.

But inside or out, I was alone, and I was beginning to wonder if I always had been, if I always would be.

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?

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.