Quotes About Mystery

It had come about ex­act­ly in the way things hap­pened in books.

One little Indian left all alone, he went out and hanged himself and then there were none.

There is no detective in England equal to a spinster lady of uncertain age with plenty of time on her hands.

One of us in this very room is in fact the murderer.

Fear is incomplete knowledge

There was something magical about an island—the mere word suggested fantasy. You lost touch with the world—an island was a world of its own. A world, perhaps, from which you might never return.

The human face is, after all, nothing more nor less than a mask.

Mr. Satterthwaite looked cheered. Suddenly an idea struck him. His jaw fell. "My goodness," he cried, "I've only just realized it! That rascal, with his poisoned cocktail! Anyone might have drunk it! It might have been me!" "There is an even more terrible possibility that you have not considered," said Poirot. "Eh?" "It might have been me," said Hercule Poirot.

And then there were none.

You have a tendency, Hastings, to prefer the least likely. That, no doubt, is from reading too many detective stories.

Evil never goes unpunished, Monsieur. But the punishment is sometimes secret.

Unless you are good at guessing, it is not much use being a detective.

Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?

When the sea goes down, there will come from the mainland boats and men. And they will find ten dead bodies and an unsolved problem on Indian Island.

In everybody's life there are hidden chapters which they hope may never be known.

No sign, so far, of anything sinister—but I live in hope.

That's the secret of existence. We're all a little mad.

I admit," I said, "that a second murder in a book often cheers things up." - Hastings

Do you not realize, Hastings, that each and everyone of us is a complete mystery with layers. We each try to judge each other, but nine times out of ten, we are wrong.

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

If I were at any time to set out on a career of deceit, it would be of Miss Marple that I should be afraid.

There are more important things than finding the murderer. And justice is a fine word, but it is sometimes difficult to say exactly what one means by it. In my opinion, the important thing is to clear the innocent. - Hercule Poirot

Ulick Norman Owen—Una Nancy Owen—each time, that is to say, U. N. Owen. Or by a slight stretch of fancy, UNKNOWN!

Ah, but my dear sir, the why must never be obvious. That is the whole point.