How we need another soul to cling to.

I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.

If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.

She was struck by the simple truth that sometimes the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people...

God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.