I think we've all felt it before. The inability to say what we really mean, even if we craft the words carefully before we let our tongues push them into sound. I think we've all also felt the inexplicable connection that friends can have--finishing your thoughts and sentences or understanding what you meant when you didn't say that at all.
But are they really understanding? I'm not trying to be dramatic, but even when we feel we are 100% in tune with another person, understanding their thoughts completely, I don't believe we are capable of doing so. Because we are all different. We are all singular beads of this and that coming together. We may mix, but will we really full blend?
I'm not the only one who feels this way. Here are some of my favorite quotes that really bring this feeling to life. It's not as lonely as it seems; you'll see.
“And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
"The best things in life can't be told because they transcend thought. The second best are misunderstood because those are the thoughts that are supposed to refer to that which can't be thought about. And the third best are the things we actually talk about."
― Joseph Campbell quoting Hans Zimmer
''Things aren't all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered"
― Rainer Maria Rilke
"Have you felt it too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you- except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them; nothing, not even a sound they can recognize."
― Ayn Rand
"We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes."
― Huxley, The Doors of Perception.