Agatha Christie Quotes
A great many men are mad, and no one knows it. They do not know it themselves
I was thinking, that when my time comes, I should be sorry if the only plea I had to offer was that of justice. Because it might mean that only justice would be meted out to me.
From now on, it is our task to suspect each and everyone amongst us. Forewarned is forearmed. Take no risks and be alert to danger. That is all.
It seems odd that as far as I know nobody has yet been murdered for having too perfect a character! And yet perfection is undoubtedly an irritating thing!
You are young still. Naturally, one tries this, that and the other, but what one eventually settles down into is the life one prefers.
In my opinion, the state of mind of a community is always directly due to the influence of the man at the top.
When the sea goes down, there will come from the mainland boats and men. And they will find ten dead bodies and an unsolved problem on Indian Island.
A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no aw no pity it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.
The popular view that a child forgets easily is not an accurate one. Many people go right through life in the grip of an idea which has been impressed on them in very tender years.
...It was borne in upon her audience that the outside of Jane's charming head was distinctly superior to the inside.
The longer the time that has elapsed, the more things fall into proportion. One sees them in their true relationship to one another.
We are the same people as we were at three six ten or twenty years old. More noticeably so perhaps at six or seven because we were not pretending so much then.
At the small table, sitting very upright, was one of the ugliest old ladies he had ever seen. It was an ugliness of distinction - it fascinated rather than repelled.
But I know human nature, my friend, and I tell you that, suddenly confronted with the possibility of being tried for murder, the most innocent person will lose his head and do the most absurd things.
Never worry about what you say to a man. They're so conceited that they never believe you mean it if it's unflattering.”-Caroline to Ursual.
There is something about the defencelessness of youth that moves me to tears. Youth is so vulnerable. It is so ruthless--so sure. So generous and so demanding.
An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have the older she gets the more interested he is in her.
When the sun shines you cannot see the moon, " he said. "But when the sun is gone ah, when the sun is gone.
It is romantic, yes, ’ agreed Hercule Poirot. ‘It is peaceful. The sun shines. The sea is blue. But you forget, Miss Brewster, there is evil everywhere under the sun’.
If you care for money too much, it is only the money you see, everything else is in shadow.
Poirot, " I said. "I have been thinking.""An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it.
The eye is diverted from the real business, it is caught by the spectacular action that means nothing--nothing at all.
... one may live in a big house and yet have no comfort.
I often wonder why the whole world is so prone to generalise. Generalisations are seldom if ever true and are usually utterly inaccurate.
Women were very queer. Unexpectedly cruel and unexpectedly kind.
You are, madame, so perfectly armoured, so completely sure of yourself.''Now I wonder, if I am to take that as a compliment?''It is, perhaps, a warning--not to treat life with arrogance.
When you find that people are not telling you the truth---look out!
Nobody knows what another person is thinking. They may imagine they do, but they are nearly always wrong.
Speech, so a wise old Frenchman said to me once, is an invention of man's to prevent him from thinking. It is also an infallible means of discovering that which he wishes to hide.
I did not deceive you, mon ami. At most, I permitted you to deceive yourself.
There! Now we're friends!" declared the minx. "Say you're sorry about my sister -""I am desolated!""That's a good boy!
Plots come to me at such odd moments, when I am walking along the street, or examining a hat shop…suddenly a splendid idea comes into my head.
When a man's neck's in danger, he doesn't stop to think too much aboutsentiment.
I have no pity for myself either. So let it be Veronal. But I wish Hercule Poirot had never retired from work and come here to grow vegetable marrows.
Why harrow oneself by looking on the worst side?... Because it is sometimes necessary.
Somehow, the more I get older, and the more I see of people and sadness and illness and everything, the sorrier I get for everyone.
Where do one's fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open?
I mean that if you are not absolutely sure of a thing, it is so difficult to commit yourself to a definite course of action.
After all, perhaps dirt isn't really so unhealthy as one is brought up to believe.
