The loneliness a woman knows

“Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in
 the woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself
 from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world,
 into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely.
 He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him 
 energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty.
 Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she
 is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another.
 When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a
 taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child
 rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each
 time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax

 is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.” - Anaïs Nin -