💬 SenQuotes.com
 Quotes

Wallace Stevens Quotes

American poet and educator (b. 1879), Birth: 2-10-1879, Death: 2-8-1955 Wallace Stevens Quotes
1.
True villains are extremely photogenic.
Wallace Stevens

2.
All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.
Wallace Stevens

3.
The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.
Wallace Stevens

4.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Wallace Stevens

5.
The imagination is one of the forces of nature.
Wallace Stevens

Similar Authors: Ralph Waldo Emerson William Shakespeare C. S. Lewis Rumi Samuel Johnson George Herbert Wayne Dyer George Eliot Maya Angelou Horace Charles Bukowski John Milton Alexander Pope Stephen Covey Ovid
6.
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.
Wallace Stevens

7.
The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
Wallace Stevens

8.
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.
Wallace Stevens

Quote Topics by Wallace Stevens: Imagination World Men Poetry People Reality Winter Night Mind Real Art Thinking Life Writing Wind Fall Summer Spring Tree Autumn Light Mother Time Eye Moon Beauty Desire Self Sky Snow
9.
I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.
Wallace Stevens

10.
I thought how utterly we have forsaken the Earth, in the sense of excluding it from our thoughts. There are but few who consider its physical hugeness, its rough enormity. It is still a disparate monstrosity, full of solitudes, barrens, wilds. It still dwarfs, terrifies, crushes. The rivers still roar, the mountains still crash, the winds still shatter. Man is an affair of cities. His gardens, orchards and fields are mere scrapings. Somehow, however, he has managed to shut out the face of the giant from his windows. But the giant is there, nevertheless.
Wallace Stevens

11.
It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.
Wallace Stevens

12.
The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.
Wallace Stevens

13.
It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.
Wallace Stevens

14.
Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container.
Wallace Stevens

15.
Fromage and coffee and cognac and no gods.
Wallace Stevens

16.
At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.
Wallace Stevens

17.
The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us.
Wallace Stevens

18.
I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know.
Wallace Stevens

19.
The chrysanthemums' astringent fragrance comes Each year to disguise the clanking mechanism Of machine within machine within machine.
Wallace Stevens

20.
Above the forest of the parakeets, A parakeet of parakeets prevails, A pip of life amid a mort of tails.
Wallace Stevens

21.
We live in an old chaos of the sun.
Wallace Stevens

22.
How has the human spirit ever survived the terrific literature with which it has had to contend?
Wallace Stevens

23.
Beneath every no lays a passion for yes that had never been broken.
Wallace Stevens

24.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.
Wallace Stevens

25.
The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. When it adheres to the unreal and intensifies what is unreal, while its first effect may be extraordinary, that effect is the maximum effect that it will ever have.
Wallace Stevens

26.
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
Wallace Stevens

27.
Like the Sweetness of Gardenias Mother, you died 15 years ago. pain, a rapier, cut until, finally, there was just peace like the sweetness of gardenias in the crystal vase on your yellow kitchen table. so fragrant. your voice lingers in my ear reminding, scolding, guiding a pleasant mantra of tenderness, magic words that move my palms, your palms. together we are molding, helping, creating. in the mirror I see your eyes, your beautiful brown circles looking back, so radiant. "don't forget me," you whispered the day you died. I won't.
Wallace Stevens

28.
The poet makes silk dresses out of worms.
Wallace Stevens

29.
The wind, Tempestuous clarion, with heavy cry, Came bluntly thundering, more terrible Than the revenge of music on bassoons.
Wallace Stevens

30.
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
Wallace Stevens

31.
One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important things to be.
Wallace Stevens

32.
Imagination applied to the whole world is vapid in comparison to imagination applied to a detail.
Wallace Stevens

33.
Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking.
Wallace Stevens

34.
Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor.
Wallace Stevens

35.
God and the imagination are one.
Wallace Stevens

36.
Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors.
Wallace Stevens

37.
Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.
Wallace Stevens

38.
Disillusion is the last illusion.
Wallace Stevens

39.
Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.
Wallace Stevens

40.
A pear should come to the table popped with juice, Ripened in warmth and served in warmth. On terms Like these, autumn beguiles the fatalist.
Wallace Stevens

41.
Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood.
Wallace Stevens

42.
Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates.
Wallace Stevens

43.
Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation.
Wallace Stevens

44.
The imperfect is our paradise.
Wallace Stevens

45.
I was the world in which I walked.
Wallace Stevens

46.
I have said no To everything, in order to get at myself. I have wiped away moonlight like mud.
Wallace Stevens

47.
Sentimentality is a failure of feeling.
Wallace Stevens

48.
It's not always easy to tell the difference between thinking and looking out of the window.
Wallace Stevens

49.
Imagination...is the irrepressible revolutionist.
Wallace Stevens

50.
The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book.
Wallace Stevens