Quotes from Agatha Christie

Then the man's a wreck—all to pieces. His hand's too shaky to print letters clearly like this.

just to be alive is a grand thing.

Never to despise the trivial – the undignified.

He didn't seem in the least surprised to see Harry walk in, dripping wet, holding an equally dripping female by the hand. Men are very wonderful.

I like a good detective story," he said. "But, you know, they begin in the wrong place! They begin with the murder. But the murder is the end. The story begins long before that—years before sometimes with all the causes and events that bring certain people to a certain place at a certain time on a certain day.

I am not concerned with nations, Monsieur. I am concerned with the lives of private individuals who have the right not to have their lives taken from them.

This affair advances in a very strange manner.

If you will forgive me for being personal—I do not like your face, M. Ratchett," he said.

Geef het op. Richt u op de toekomst. Wat gebeurd is, is gebeurd en bitterheid kan daar niets aan veranderen.

My dear," he said, "so many people are disgusting about so many things.

You see, his father wasn't married to his mother…." "Really? I had no idea of that." "Everyone knows about it down here, otherwise I wouldn't have said anything about it.

Saber que uno ha hecho un mal irreversible a otro ser humano es la carga más pesada que puede tener nadie que soportar».

pero en el amor era espantosamente unilateral. Porque ella sentía una pasión profunda y avasalladora por Amyas Crale, dio por sentado que él abrigaría los mismos sentimientos hacia ella. Dio por sentado que su enamoramiento sería eterno.

Lombard thought: Awkward, this—am I supposed to have met them or not? He said quickly: "There's a wasp crawling up your arm. No—keep quite still.

A cascade of Titian hair rippled down her back. Her face had that almost shocking air of nudity that a woman's has nowadays when it is not made up at all.

Yarg?daki deneyimim bana Tanr?'n?n, inanç, suç ve ceza gibi konular? biz ölümlülere b?rakt???n? ö?retti. Bunlar da uzun, zor süreçler. Kestirme yolu da yok.

It Isn't Strychnine, Is It?

opened the door, gave him a gentle little propelling shove out of it.

Her sulky mouth twisted into a smile.

But you can figure to yourself, monsieur, that a man may work towards a certain object, may labour and toil to attain a certain kind of leisure and occupation, and then find that, after all, he yearns for the old busy days, and the old occupations that he thought himself so glad to leave?

Sensationalism dies quickly - fear is long-lived.

De pronto, con enorme asombro mío, el coronel me cogió la mano. —Ana —dijo con dulzura—, te quiero.

After this conversation, Monsieur Poirot, I shall wonder that there is anyone left alive!

Poirot said: "Yes. It is not pleasant to think, is it, that now, at this very moment, someone is rejoicing at the successful carrying out of his or her plan.