A life which does not go into action is a failure.

What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?

All right. It is so, then. But not to me. Not in my life and my love.

He, who doesn't know why he lives, cannot feel love for people or for life itself. I don't love myself enough, so I don't love people enough. One of my major defects is impatience: I try to get rid of it, but i can't. I am not tolerant enough for my age. I suffer for this, because i can't approach people with sympathy. They annoy me.

I cannot make everybody else as rapid as myself.

Life doesn’t give you all the practice races you need.

I am unable to distinguish between the feeling I have for life and my way of expressing it.

Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.

Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.

I'm not prepared to accept a standard which puts the whole of my emotional life on the plane of immorality.

What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want.

Ah, but life is like that! It does not permit you to arrange and order it as you will. It will not permit you to escape emotion, to live by the intellect and by reason! You cannot say, 'I will feel so much and no more.' Life, Mr. Welman, whatever else it is, is not reasonable. [Hercule Poirot]

But one harsh truth about that is you cannot find your soul friends with desperate energy.

You can't just sit there and put everyone's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things.