Gena Showalter Quotes

When I think about sex it makes me realise how alone I feel.

I have always been very interested in the idea of loneliness and the presumption that romantic relationships are supposed to rid you of that.

The sweetest part of being a couple is sharing your life with someone else. But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share.

Books are a poor substitute for female companionship, but they are easier to find.

In this loveless everyday life eroticism is a substitute for love.

In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.

There is a fundamental difference between men and women - women need romance, men need intrigue.

Sadly, I haven't been doing a lot of kissing lately.

I find it really hard to be close to anybody.

Yves Saint Laurent didn't have friends. He loved nobody. He was intimate with nobody.

I don't really believe getting into a relationship just for the sake for it. I don't get satisfied by it.

To find love is the great human undertaking...and it's always complicated by our compulsions and unconscious patterns, to say nothing of issues of trust and control.

In love, each man is his own personal challenge.

It's not so," I said. "And how long do you think it will sustain you, feeling and seeing and touching and tasting, if there is no love? No one with you?

You can have everything in the world and still be the loneliest man. And that is the most bitter type of loneliness, success has brought me world idolisation and millions of pounds. But it's prevented me from having the one thing we all need: A loving, ongoing relationship.

But if I didn’t want to be alone, then why didn’t I want to be with anyone else?

Love...who needed love? As long as she had her books and her friends and an occasional hookup, she was perfectly content.

Because I have been lonely, I value love.

Tis better to have love and lust Than to let our apparatus rust.

I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my ''idea of them.

Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink.

She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone.

Would love be so different with someone else? Was love even possible with someone else? Love was supposed to be easy, wasn't it? Then why did she feel so tormented?

Nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.

I think love and sex are separate and only vaguely similar. Like the word bear and the word bare. You can get in trouble mistaking one for the other.