Jealousy, you know, is usually not an affair of causes. It is much more-how shall I say?-fundamental than that. Based on the knowledge that one's love is not returned. And so one goes on waiting, watc...
I think people more often kill those they love, than those they hate. Possibly because only the people you love can really make life unendurable to you.
I know when a couple are really in love with each other. And by that I do not mean just sexually attracted. There is too much talk about sex, too much attention is paid to it. I do not mean that anyth...
How true is the saying that man was forced to invent work in order to escape the strain of having to think.
How can I go on living here and suspecting everybody ?
Do you not realize, Hastings, that each and everyone of us is a complete mystery with layers. We each try to judge each other, but nine times out of ten, we are wrong.
Do you believe in the value of truth, my dear, or don’t you?Of course I believe in the truth, said Rhoda, staring.Yes, you say that, but perhaps you haven’t thought about it. The truth hurts sometimes...
Because when you’re in love, you think you’re invincible. It blinds you. And you don’t seem to care.
As you yourself have said, what other explanation can there be?'Poirot stared straight ahead of him. 'That is what I ask myself,' he said. 'That is what I never cease to ask myself.
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
You know I want you. You know that I’d give my soul to pick you up in my arms and keep you here, hidden away from the world, forever and ever.
Women can accept the fact that a man is a rotter, a swindler, a drug taker, a confirmed liar, and a general swine, without batting an eyelash, and without its impairing their affection for the brute i...
They tried to be too clever---and that was their undoing.
They say all the world loves a lover—apply that saying to murder and you have an even more infallible truth.
The little grey cells, my friend, the little grey cells! They told me.
That's the curious part about speaking the truth. No one does believe it.
That's peace - real peace. To come to the end - not to have to go on... Yes, peace.
Poirot, I said. I have been thinking.An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it.
Poirot sighed. He said The world is yours, the new heaven and the new earth. In your new world, my children, let there be freedom, and let there be pity. That is all I ask.
One never quite allows for the moron in our midst.