I misjudged her, wasn't mature enough to understand how difficult it was for her.

She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.

‎The struggle of maturity is to recover the seriousness of a child at play.

She was perhaps too young to realize that what she assumed was her love for [him] was actually a tentative, timorous, acceptance of herself.

She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned romance as she grew older: the natural sequel of an unnatural beginning.

A sense of responsibility would spoil her. She's too pretty.

She had a brainy girls discomfort about her own beauty and its effects on folks.

Maturity...is knowing what your limitations are...Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything.

I think everyone, at some time in his life, has this happen to him, comes face to face with the bitter realization that he has failed in something that means a tremendous amount and probably in a relation that is close to him. Life teaches you that you cannot attain real maturity until you are ready to accept this harsh knowledge, this limitation in yourself, and make the difficult adjustment. Either you must learn to allow someone else to meet the need, without bitterness or envy, and accept it; or somehow you must make yourself learn to meet it. If you refuse to accept the limitation in yourself, you will be unable to grow beyond this point.

He feared his maturity as it grew upon him with its ripe thought, its skill, its finished art; yet which lacked the poetry of boyhood to make living a full end of life.

Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything.

Mnemosyne, one must admit, has shown herself to be a very careless girl.

Her chief dread in life, at this period of her development, was that she would appear narrow minded; what she feared next afterwards was that she should be so.

...she merely wished to find a way out of the maze. She knew that she had become a burden to him: she took things too seriously, turning everything into a tragedy, and failed to grasp the lightness and amusing insignificance of physical love. How she wished she could learn lightness! She yearned for someone to help her out of her anachronistic shell.