Quotes About Deception

No, no, my dear boy, that's where you're wrong. It's very easy to kill—so long as no one suspects you. And you see, the person in question is just the last person anyone would suspect!

You tell your lies and you think nobody knows. But there are two people who know. Yes - two people. One is le bon Dieu -" He raised a hand to heaven, and then settling himself back in his chair and shutting his eyelids, he murmured comfortably: "And the other is Hercule Poirot.

Truth," she said, "is seldom romantic.

What's wrong with my proposition? Poirot rose. If you will forgive me for being personal - I do not like tour face, M. Ratchett, he said.

That's different. She's a woman, and women act in that silly way. I'm not saying she did it for a moment. She heard he was accused and she trumped up a story. I'm used to that sort of game. You wouldn't believe the fool things I've known women do.

I do really believe that, like so many liars, there is a real substratum of truth behind her lies.

To deceive deliberately—that is one thing. But to be so sure of your facts, of your ideas and of their essential truth that the details do not matter—that, my friend, is a special characteristic of particularly honest persons.

woman could act her part with that icy unconcern. Poirot did not make his appearance the following morning,

But even then you have to reckon with a criminal's chief vice.' 'What is that?' ' Conceit. A criminal never believes that his crime can fail.

What do you expect Cust to tell you?" Hercule Poirot smiled. "A lie," he said. "And by it, I shall know the truth!

Well, you know, bigamy is bigamy.

Why not have told me the truth?" he countered. "In a place like this, all Ralph Paton's doings were bound to be known. If your sister had not happened to pass through the wood that day somebody else would have done

Agatha Christie

If Miss Debenham is innocent, why did she conceal that fact? Why did she tell me that she had never been in America?

To begin with, nobody actually heard the shot. Two or three women say they did because they want to think they did - but that's all there is to it.

Los ojos ven, a veces lo que se ha querido que vieran.

Come on, Charles, let's have it." "You mayn't like it," I said. "I met Sophia Leonides out in Cairo. I fell in love with her. I'm going to marry her. I met her tonight. She dined with me." "Dined with you? In London? I wonder just how she managed to do that? The family were asked - oh, quite politely, to stay put." "Quite so. She shinned down a pipe from the bathroom window." The Old Man's lips twitched for a moment into a smile. "She seems," he said, "to be a young lady of some resource.

Everybody knows everybody else's secrets and that they enter into a kind of conspiracy to pretend that they don't.

And let me tell you something, mademoiselle – in the course of my experience I have known five cases of wives murdered by devoted husbands, and twenty-two of husbands murdered by devoted wives. Les femmes, they obviously keep up appearances better.

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.

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.

Sommige van de grootste misdadigers die ik heb gekend hadden engelengezichten,' sprak Poirot opgewekt. 'Een misvorming van de grijze cellen kan heel goed samengaan met het gezicht van een madonna.

Sarah said frowning: "I don't understand doctor Gerard. He seems to think - " "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark," quoted Poirot. "You see, I know your Shakespeare.

Yes. If there is a murderer in the woodpile—and I think there is, Hastings. Yes, I think there is….