Quotes About Identity

It wasn't what you were born to, and no good comes from getting out of your station in life.

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.

You know, Maureen, I seem to have seen that name somewhere." "Home Perm, perhaps. He looks like a hairdresser." Poirot winced.

Where am I myself, the whole man, the true man? Where am I with God's mark upon my brow?

If she'd been born in an African tribe she might have been a witch doctor.

That, of course, depends entirely on who you mean by 'they'. It's a very vague term. Who is or are 'they'? Is there such a thing, are there such persons as 'they'? We don't know. But I can tell you this. If the most popular explanation of 'they' is accepted, then these people work in very close, self-contained cells. They do that for their own security. ~Jessop

When I know what the murderer is like, I shall be able to find out who he is.

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.

We never know the whole man, though sometimes, in quick flashes, we know the true man.

Your criminal is someone who wants to be important, but who never will be important, because he'll always be less than a man.

Will you be so kind, Mademoiselle, as to write down your permanent address on this piece of paper?' She complied. Her writing was clear and legible.

Your conclusions are, I think, justified," he said. "Ulick Norman Owen! In Miss Brent's letter, though the signature of the surname is a mere scrawl the Christian names are reasonably clear-Una Nancy -in either case, you notice, the same initials. Ulick Norman OwenUna Nancy Owen-each time, that is to say, U. N. Owen. Or by a slight stretch of fancy, UNKNOWN!

What," asked Dr. Constantine with interest, "does a pukka sahib mean?" "It means," said Poirot, "that Miss Debenham's father and brothers were at the same kind of school as Colonel Arbuthnot.

Blood tells—always remember that—blood tells." -- Hercule Poirot

But then, how do you know?' 'Because I am Hercule Poirot! I do not need to be told.

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

You're apt to be done down if you speak nothing but good American.

I did not tell you that Helena Andrenyi was Mrs. Armstrong's sister?

Calgary sighed. Things were never, he thought, the way you imagined them to be. Every day he found himself less attracted to the man whose name he had taken such trouble to vindicate. He was almost coming to understand and share the point of view which had so astounded him at Sunny Point.

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.

Evil is not something superhuman, it's something less than human. Your criminal is someone who wants to be important, but who never will be important, because he'll always be less of a man.

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