Bokelskere.no

In the hall she passed two young people whose life together was just beginning.

"I didn't understand that I was killing myself - not him.
(...)
"they went somewhere where I couldn't get at them. But they didn't die. I died."
Elsa Dittisham got up. She went across to the door. She said again, "I died...."

She said sharply, "Why are you sorry for me?"
"Because, my child, you have so much to learn."
"What have I got to learn?"
"All the grown-up emotions - pity, sympathy, understanding. The only thing you know - have ever known - are love and hate."

I should hope, M Poirot, that whenever our feelings, we can keep them in decent control. And we can certainly control our actions.