Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt
In solitude, where we are least alone.

The more difficult it is for us to articulate our experiences of loss, longing, and feeling lost to the people around us, the more disconnected and alone we feel.

So we are alone in our blood and bones and our thoughts. It seems we are separate if we want to feel that way. And yet we can look out.

The lonely become either thoughtful or empty.

In a soulmate we find not company, but a completed solitude.

...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

I am not myself with people [...] but am I myself when alone? That seems unlikely, too.

There is a wilderness we walk alone
However well-companioned

If we exiled our sins, our virtues would get lonely without their old sparring partners.

When we are most alone is when we embrace another's loneliness.

How often I have felt lonely even when with someone. Lonelier sometimes than when I’m on my own.

If we don't have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.

The more we define ourselves in relation to the people around us, the more lost we are.

We like companionship, see, but we can't stand to be around people for very long. So we go get ourselves lost, come back for a while, then get the hell out again.