And then?And then, said Poirot. We will talk! Je vous assure, Hastings - there is nothing so dangerous for anyone who has something to hide as conversation! Speech, so a wise old Frenchman said to me...
And suddenly one of those moments of intense happiness came to her--a sense of the loveliness of the world--of her own intense enjoyment of that world.
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...
A brave new world. There isn't anything really like that, is there?You don't believe in it?Do you?There is always a brave new world, said Poirot, but only, you know, for very special people. The lucky...
The best time for planning a book is while you're doing the dishes.
You are the patient one, Mademoiselle,' said Poirot to Miss Debenham.She shrugged her shoulders slightly. 'What else can one do?'You are a philosopher, Mademoiselle.'That implies a detached attitude....
Yes, yes-you will give him the earth-because you love him. Love him too much for safety or for happiness. But you cannot give to people what they are incapable of receiving.
Life can be very terrible, he said. One needs much courage.To kill oneself? yes, I suppose one does.Also to live, said Poirot, one needs courage.
Iris was too languid and too used to Mrs. Drake’s discursive style to inquire why the mention of Dr. Gaskell should have reminded her aunt of the local grocer, though had she done so, she would have r...
In fact the marriage has been arranged by heaven and Hercule Poirot. All I have to do is to compound a felony.
In everybody's life there are hidden chapters which they hope may never be known.
If you confront anyone who has lied with the truth, he will usually admit it - often out of sheer surprise. It is only necessary to guess right to produce your effect.
I've heard that you're the cat's whiskers, M. Poirot.Comment? The cat's whiskers? I do not understand.Well that you're It.Madame, I may or may not have brains - as a matter of fact I have - why preten...
I suppose next time I come home I shall find you wearing false moustaches—or are you doing so now?' Poirot winced. His moustaches had always been his sensitive point. He was inordinately proud of them...
I reflected a minute and then asked why he wanted to marry me. That seemed to fluster him a good deal, and he murmured that a wife was a great help to a general practitioner. The position seemed even...
Fortunately words, ingeniously used, will serve to mask the ugliness of naked facts.
Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realise it. - Miss Marple
Downstairs in the lounge, by the third pillar from the left, there sits an old lady with a sweet, placid, spinsterish face and a mind that has plumbed the depths of human iniquity and taken it all as...
As life goes on it becomes tiring to keep up the character you invented for yourself, and so you relapse into individuality and become more like yourself everyday.
A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.