Quotes About Individuality

Man is an unoriginal animal," said Hercule Poirot

What are the years from twenty to forty? Fettered and bound by personal and emotional relationships. That's bound to be. That's living. But later there's a new stage. You can think, observe life, discover something about other people and the truth about yourself. Life becomes real--significant. You see it as a whole. Not just one scene--the scene you, as an actor, are playing. No man or woman is actually himself (or herself) till after forty-five. That's when individuality has a chance.

The human and personal element can never be ignored.

You are not the happy, unthinking child you have always appeared to be, accepting everything at its face value. You are not just one of the women of the household. You are Renisenb who wants to think for herself, who wonders about other people.

Why do you decry the world we live in? There are good people in it. Isn't muddle a better breeding ground for kindliness and individuality than a world order that's imposed, a world order that may be right today and wrong tomorrow? I would rather have a world of kindly, faulty, human beings, than a world of superior robots who've said goodbye to pity and understanding and sympathy.

so many people are a little queer, aren't they?--in fact, most people are when you know them well.

Every one's got their own ways of working. I know that. I give my inspectors a free hand always. Every one's got to find out for themselves what method suits them best.

They say of me: 'That is Hercule Poirot!—The great—the unique!—There was never anyone like him, there never will be!' Eh bien—I am satisfied. I ask no more. I am modest.

He's not likely to recognize you. After all, one young man is much like another." "I repudiate that remark utterly. I'm sure my pleasing features and distinguished appearance would single me out from any crowd.

The psychology of character is interesting,

But I," she thought, "am not a whole person. I belong not to myself, but to something outside of me.

Do you know what you sound like?' said Mrs. Oliver. 'A computer. You know. You're programming yourself. That's what they call it, isn't it? I mean you're feeding all these things into yourself all day and then you're going to see what comes out.

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.

Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realize it.

Ma non aveva mai tenuto conto della natura umana. Aveva sempre considerato le persone come casi da trattare e problemi da risolvere. Non aveva mai capito che ciascun essere umano era diverso, aveva le proprie idiosincrasie, avrebbe reagito diversamente. Già allora l'aveva ammonita a non aspettarsi troppo. Ma lei si era sempre aspettata troppo, anche se non voleva ammetterlo, e così era sempre rimasta delusa.

should learn from another. Each individual should develop his own powers to the uttermost, not try to imitate those of someone else. I do not wish you to be a second and inferior Poirot. I wish you to be the supreme Hastings. And you are the supreme Hastings. In you, Hastings, I find the normal mind almost perfectly illustrated.

I refuse to have my character improved.

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.

often wonder why the whole world is so prone to generalize. Generalizations are seldom if ever true and are usually utterly inaccurate.

But, my friend, I am not an Anglo-Saxon. Why should I play the hypocrite?

That is where you make a mistake, dear," said Miss Marple. "Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realize it.

No greater mistake than to think that because a man's tied by the leg it affects his brain pan. Not a bit of it.

There is always a brave new world," said Poirot, "but only, you know, for very special people. The lucky ones. The ones who carry the making of that world within themselves." ? Agatha Christie, Hallowe'en Party

in King's Abbot we permit people to indulge their little idiosyncrasies freely.