Quotes from Agatha Christie

And the Colonel?' 'Went there one day with a book on India that Miss Blacklock had expressed a desire to read.' 'Had she?' 'Her account is that she tried to get out of having to read it, but it was no use.' 'And that's fair enough,' sighed Craddock. 'If anyone is really determined to lend you a book, you never can get out of it!

Put not your trust in princes or politicians, as the saying goes.

It was a crowd of people almost too surprised for words that crowded round Emily Trefusis. Inspector Narracott had led his prisoner from the room. Charles Enderby found his voice first.

Su fuerza reside en la voluntad, no en su brazo.

The truth is," said Evelyn, "that one doesn't really know anything about anybody." She added, "Not even the people who are nearest to you…." "Isn't that going a little too far, Evelyn—exaggerating too much?" "I don't think it is. When you think of people, it is in the image you have made of them for yourself." "I know you," said Edward Hillingdon quietly. "You think you do.

In a case like this we have to take everything into account,' he said, noncommittally.

often seems to me that's all detective work is, wiping out your false starts and beginning again." "Yes, it is very true, that. And it is just what some people will not do. They conceive a certain theory, and everything has to fit into that theory. If one little fact will not fit it, they throw it aside. But it is always the facts that will not fit in that are significant.

Snobbery here raised its hideous head and marooned her on a permanent island of loneliness.

Now, as I expect you know, there is nothing more cruel than talk, and there is nothing more difficult to combat. When people say things behind your back there is nothing you can refute or deny, and the rumours go on growing and growing, and no one can stop them. I was quite certain of one thing: Mabel was quite incapable of poisoning anyone.

but you see we've got to lead a queer life together, you and I. It's not going to be the life that you've led and it's not going to be the life that I've led either.

I couldn't have a good look at her because whenever I glanced in her direction I always found her staring at me with a kind of hungry stare that was a bit disconcerting to say the least of it.

La vida se nos antoja más llena de interés cuando estamos a punto de perderla.

But murder's a violent crime. Associate it more with a man." -- Evelyn Howard

Biz ölümlüler ya?amla ölümü ay?ran bir çizgi üzerinde ya?amaktay?z.

Vera cried: 'Don´t you see? We´re the Zoo...Last night, we were hardly human any more. We´re the Zoo...

She had a plan ready-made for a delightful morning of shopping. Not too much—to overtire herself.

Wargrave murdered Edward Seton all right, murdered him as surely as if he'd stuck a stiletto through him! But he was clever enough to do it from the judge's seat in wig and gown. So in the ordinary way you can't bring his little crime home to him.

It is necessary to tell a woman at least once a week, and preferably three or four times, that we love her; and that it is also wise to bring her a few flowers, to pay her a few compliments, to tell her that she looks well in her new dress or new hat.

She had on a very vivid pullover and her nails matched it in colour. She had a thin bird-like eager face with big eyes and rather a tight, suspicious mouth.

Will you tell me exactly what it is that has upset you?" "Tell you that in two words, I can." (Here, I may say, she vastly underestimated.) "People coming snooping round here when my back's turned. Poking round. And what business of hers is it, how often the study is dusted or turned out? If you and the missus don't complain, it's nobody else's business. If I give satisfaction to you that's all that matters, I say.

Derisi ne renk olursa olsun herkes insand?r. Bütün insanlar karde?tir.

There's no reason why women shouldn't behave like rational beings," Simon asserted stolidly. Poirot said dryly: "Quite frequently they do. That is even more upsetting!

There was no self-consciousness in Sarah's manner. There was, indeed, no self-consciousness in her attitude to life. She was interested in humanity and was of a friendly though impatient disposition. "What made you speak to him?" asked Gerard. Sarah shrugged her shoulders. "Why not? I often speak to people traveling. I'm interested in people-in what they do and think and feel.

She went on broodingly: "It's so dreadfully easy—killing people. And you begin to feel that it doesn't matter . . . that it's only you that matters! It's dangerous—that.