Quotes About Secrets

Ah! Madame, I reserve the explanations for the last chapter.

Then there are some minor points that strike me as suggestive - for instance, the position of Mrs. Hubbard's sponge bag, the name of Mrs. Armstrong's mother, the detective methods of Mr. Hardman, the suggestion of Mr. MacQueen that Ratchett himself destroyed the charred note we found, Princess Dragomiroff's Christian name, and a grease spot on a Hungarian passport.

You tell your lies and you think nobody knows. But there are two people who know. Yes- two people. One is le bon Dieu - and the other is Hercule Poirot

It is a profound belief of mine that if you can induce a person to talk to you for long enough, on any subject whatever! sooner or later they will give themselves away.

No one human being knows the full truth about another human being. Not even one's nearest and dearest.

In an English village, you turn over a stone and have no idea what will crawl out. Miss Marple

What one does not tell to Papa Poirot he finds out.

those who have listened do not find it easy to talk; they keep their sorrows and joys to themselves and tell no one.

People in the dark are quite different, aren't they?

Only cats and witches walk in the dark.

Women are fiends-absolute fiends.

We're all mad, dear lady," he said as he ushered her in through the door. "That's the secret of existence. We're all a little mad.

Ladies tell their nurses things in a sudden burst of confidence, and then, afterwards, they feel uncomfortable about it and wish they hadn't! It's only human nature.

Where there is murder, anything can happen.

As one journeys through life," said Poirot, "one finds more and more that people are often interested in things that are none of their own business. Even more so than they are in things that could be considered as their own business.

One does see so much evil in a village," murmured Miss Marple in an explanatory voice.

There is nothing so dangerous for any one who has something to hide as conversation!

The family would come under suspicion," he said, "and it might remain under suspicion for a long time—perhaps for ever. If one of the family was guilty it is possible that they themselves would not know which one. They would look at each other and—wonder … Yes, that's what would be the worst of all. They themselves would not know which…

I wonder if husbands know as much about their wives as they think they do. If I had a husband, I should hate him to bring home orphans without consulting me first.

Poirot said "you will find,M.le docteur,if you have much to do with cases of this kind,that they all resemble each other in one thing." "what is that?" I asked curiously "everyone concerned in them has something to hide

It's so difficult, isn't it, to get to know people when there is a murder? And quite impossible to have any really intellectual conversation.

But there are three people, madame, to whom a woman should speak the truth. To her Father Confessor, to her hairdresser and to her private detective – if she trusts him.

Miss Williams said: "I see now why you said that it might be better if she had never known. All the same, I

She might have trusted you. But She has spent a great deal of her life listening, and those who have listened do not find it easy to talk; they keep their sorrows and joys to themselves and tell no one.