Quotes from Agatha Christie

Interrogo-me muitas vezes porque motivo tem o mundo uma tendência tão grande para generalizar. As generalizações raramente ou quase nunca são verdadeiras e são muitas vezes totalmente inexactas.

Only to those who don't know you–who are taken in by your delusive appearance of meekness and decorum.' 'I like your long words.' 'All out of crossword puzzles.' 'So educative.

they had embraced each

Because, my friend, the more prosaic explanation is nearly always more probable.

I wouldn't like to deprive you of the pleasure of being clever at my expense!

jealousy is a pretty good motive for murder – and a pretty common one, too.

Courage, Mademoiselle. There is always something to live for.

I believe that a well-known anecdote exists to the effect that a young writer, determined to make the commencement of his story forcible and original enough to catch and rivet the attention of the most blasé of editors, penned the following sentence: "'Hell!' said the Duchess.

M. Poirot, almost certainly the criminal; the only man on board who could create a psychological moment.

Was that really and truly what people were secretly feeling everywhere? Was that what, ultimately, war did to you? It was not the physical dangers—the mines at sea, the bombs from the air, the crisp ping of a rifle bullet as you drove over a desert track. No, it was the spiritual danger of learning how much easier life was if you ceased to think…

Getting soft—that's the curse of the present day.

With a sigh the young mother returned to the hearthrug and, by way of carrying out her principles of stern neglect, butted her son three times in the stomach so that he caught hold of her hair and pulled it with gleeful yells. Then they rolled over and over in a grand rough-and-tumble until the door opened

She must lead a very quiet life. No exertion. No fatigue. But, of course, she must not be allowed to brood. She must be kept cheerful and the mind well distracted.

Death, mademoiselle, unfortunately creates a prejudice. A prejudice in favour of the deceased.

He was engaged at the moment in a careful stocktaking of his thoughts and emotions.

The subjects of them did not look tragic. They looked, actually, rather ridiculous, since nearly all of them were dressed in the style of a bygone day, and nothing is more ridiculous than the fashions of yesterday—though in another thirty years or so their charm may have reappeared, or at any rate be once more apparent.

When everybody about you is in a continual state of agitation, it develops in you a desire to go to the opposite extreme.

A man in love is an awful sight.

Every mortal luxury…

You've brought out your best butter." [you're laying on the flattery thickly]

So long as you didn't expect her to talk. He thanked his stars he wasn't married to her. Once you got used to all that perfection of face and form where would you be? She couldn't even listen intelligently. The sort of girl who would expect you to tell her every morning at the breakfast table that you loved her passionately!

searched her bag for the ticket that would enable her to

Always going off somewhere. Dams, you know. I'm not swearing, my dear," he assured his wife. "I mean jobs to do with the building of dams, or else it's oil or pipelines or something like that.

Truth, however bitter, can be accepted, and woven into a design for living.