Quotes About Mystery

And the victim, mademoiselle, is very often the clue to the mystery." Miss Reilly said: "That's rather clever of you, M. Poirot. It's certainly true that if ever a woman deserved to be murdered Mrs. Leidner was that woman!

Her works are not about the blood, but the marrow. They can be charming and harrowing at the same time.

A childish rhyme of my infancy came back into my mind - the rhyme of the ten little soldier boys. It had fascinated me as a child of two - the inexorable diminishment - the sense of inevitability. I began, secretly, to collect victims....

I'm out for a walk. I like walking at night. Nobody stops you and says silly things, and I like the stars, and things smell better, and everyday things look all mysterious.' 'All of that I grant you freely,' I said. 'But only cats and witches walk in the dark. ...

Tak satu pun yang lebih berbahaya daripada memeras seseorang yang telah membunuh.

Excuse my butting in on your case," she said with a sudden rather twisted grin, "but I thought you'd like to have the local colour correct." And she marched out of the room.

One would know better nowadays," he said, "owing to the prevalence of detective fiction. Every street boy knows that a body must be left where it is found. But in these days we had not the same knowledge, and accordingly we carried the body

Volvió a mi mente una rima infantil de mi infancia - la rima de los diez soldaditos. Me había fascinado cuando era un niño de dos años - la inexorable mengua - la sensación de lo inevitable. Empecé, en secreto, a coleccionar víctimas...

Had I been looking at the case upside down?

Poirot said: "Who could have murdered him?" Japp said: "The answer to that is—almost anybody!

Agatha Christie

The typists might have been so many blackbeetles.

Poor Emily was never murdered until he came along.

El ansia de matar estaba en su corazón. Se deslizó por sus dedos y murió en ondas sonoras.

Murder is easy,if no one suspects you

Trumpets! Lightnings! The earth trembles! But into the Virgin's womb thou didst descent with noiseless tread.

One little soldier boy left all alone." How did it end? Oh, yes! "He got married and then there were none.

When I think of art I think of beauty. Beauty is the mystery of life. It is not in the eye it is in the mind. In our minds there is awareness of perfection.

How can it be that a set of the shoulders, the rhythm of a stride, the shadow of a strand of hair falling on a forehead can cause the tides of the heart to ebb and to flow?

How can it be that a set of shoulders, the rhythm of a stride, the shadow of a strand of hair falling on a forehead can cause the tides of the heart to ebb and to flow?

A story can start from the oddest things: a magic lamp, a conversation overheard, a shadow moving on a wall.

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The secret of life isn't an attempt to explain everything but, rather, to understand that certain things can't be explained. Demanding that everything is to be dissected neath a microscope is madness. Hence the attempt to explain everything is madness.

Serpent heart of ancient terrors.