Quotes About Friendship

Pas encore. Qa m'amuse." "Really, Poirot!" "Yes, my friend. I grow old and childish, do I not?

My flute, M. Poirot, is my oldest companion. When everything else fails, music remains.

He has not got 'flu,' said Hercule Poirot. 'He has only a nasty cold. Everyone always thinks they have 'flu. It sounds more important. One gets more sympathy. The trouble with a catarrhal cold is that it is hard to glean the proper amount of sympathetic consideration from one's friends.

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

Years since I've seen you, Moosior Poirot. Thought you were growing vegetable marrows in the country." "I tried, Japp, I tried. But even when you grow vegetable marrows you cannot get away from murder.

For some reason, Poirot had always been a person it was easy to talk to.

What is it? You are not attending to what I say." "It is true, my friend. I am much worried." "Why?" "Because Mademoiselle Cynthia does not take sugar in her coffee.

You and I, Hastings, are going hunting once again.

We walked together slowly, for the sun was hot.

Cher ami!" Poirot had said to me as I left the room. They were the last words I was ever to hear him say. For when Curtiss came to attend to his master he found that master dead.

Thank you, mon ami, I should be delighted to do so. You include Hastings in your invitation, I hope? Japp grinned. What do you think? Where the master goes, there the dog follows...

They exchanged a quick smile - a brief recognition of the fact that each was glad of the other's presence

Katherine gave him the name of Lady Tamplin's villa. Poirot made her a little bow. "You permit that I see you again, mademoiselle?' he said. 'Or have you so many friends that your time will be all taken up?' 'On the contrary,' said Katherine, 'I shall have plenty of leisure, and I shall be very pleased to see you again.' 'Excellent,' said Poirot, and gave her a little friendly nod. 'This shall be a "roman policier" à nous. We will investigate together.

Every murderer is probably somebody's old friend," observed Poirot philosophically.

One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone. I have nephews and nieces and kind friends---but there's no one who knew me as a young girl---non one who belongs to the old days. I've been alone for quite a long time now.

It is impossible for a lover of cats to banish these alert, gentle, and discriminating little friends, who give us just enough of their regard and complaisance to make us hunger for more.

The tourist may complain of other tourists, but he would be lost without them.

We cannot really love anybody with whom we never laugh.

Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really.

Over time I learned that objects and animals are true friends. In the forest I was surrounded by trees, bushes, birds, and small animals. I was not afraid of them. I was sure that they would do nothing harmful to me. I became familiar with cows and with horses, and they provided me with a warmth that has remained with me to this very day. Sometimes it seemed to me that what saved me were the animals I encountered along the way, not the human beings.

Put football instead of cricket and she could have been me. She could have been Arwa, or Deena or any of the girls I grew up with here in Cairo in the Sixties. What difference do a hundred years — or a continent — make?

It's like a sleepover, when you feel you can say all kinds of things, because the darkness hides your blushes.

Re-entry taught me a new sort of fear that was slow and dull rather than quick and thrilling...the hardest part of reentry to a humdrum life was not recovering from the bad stuff. It was missing the good times, the friendship, intensity, fear, sense of purpose, the sheer exotic escapism of it all.

It is love—friendship—that sustains us, even in the worst of times, under the worst of circumstances. Even when we have been driven mad. Even when we have killed. We still love. We are still worthy of love. We can still be loved.