I think the following is a beautiful description of the loneliness of grief, the feeling of isolation we all feel when we experience loss. It comes from a book by the American writer, Francine Prose, called Goldengrove, which is all about how a young girl copes with the death of her sister.
“So many of (those trying to offer comfort)
said the same things that I might have thought that there was common ground, if I hadn’t known that I was alone on an iceberg
split off from a glacier….. When they wept, I cried, too, and for a moment I
almost believed that my iceberg might have room for another person.”