Quotes About Reflection

Queer, thought Henrietta, how things can seep into you without your knowing it...

Io non sono brava come voi, Monsieur Poirot. Metà delle cose che mi avete detto mi sembravano fatti sconclusionati e senza senso. Anche a me erano venute delle idee, ma da un angolo completamente diverso..." "Ah, ma è sempre così", disse Poirot senza scomporsi. "Uno specchio mostra a tutti la stessa verità, ma ognuno la vede da angoli diversi, a seconda della posizione che ha rispetto a esso.

That was what murder was-as easy as that! But afterwards you went on remembering...

Eski günahlar?n gölgesi uzun olur

Was that really and truly what people were secretly feeling everywhere? Was that what, ultimately, war did to you? It was not the physical dangers—the mines at sea, the bombs from the air, the crisp ping of a rifle bullet as you drove over a desert track. No, it was the spiritual danger of learning how much easier life was if you ceased to think…

He was engaged at the moment in a careful stocktaking of his thoughts and emotions.

Sorrow for a person is different—one can't put that behind one. But one can get over shock and horror by just not letting your mind dwell on it all the time.

He never left the cinema very quickly. It always took him a moment or two to return to the prosaic reality of everyday life.

He was tired because he had been thinking. Thinking was always exhausting.

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

But who thinks of death in the middle of life?" -Mike Rogers Endless Night by Agatha Christie

Los viejos pecados tienen largas sombras

Next year, maybe, she will look back on the experience and tell her friends that it was "fun"; but oh, the pity of it, not to gather the flowers of the Present, to let them wither, and never pluck them till they are dried wrecks of the Past!

The amount of women you hear say, "If Donald—or Arthur—or whatever his name was—had only lived." And I sometimes think but if he had, he'd have been a stout, unromantic, short-tempered, middle-aged husband as likely as not.

A child says 'Thank God for my good dinner'. What can I say at seventy-five? 'Thank God for my good life, and for all the love that has been given to me.' Wallingford. October IIth 1965 SEARCHABLE TERMS Note: The pagination of this electronic edition does not match the edition from which it was created.

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.

Kathrine had seldom had that useful thing, a 'day off'. 'But in a way, being tied physically gives you lots of scope mentally. You're always free to think.

And the good heart, it is worth in the end all the little grey cells. Yes, yes, I who speak to you am in danger of forgetting that sometimes.

Ah, but that is always so," said Poirot quietly. "A mirror shows the truth, but everyone stands in a different place for looking into the mirror.

I shall, I think, remember that 11th of September all my life.

No se reconocen los momentos realmente importantes en la vida hasta que es demasiado tarde.

I should have kept him to the end," said Mrs. Oliver. "In a book, I mean," she added apologetically. "Real life's a bit different," said Battle. "I know," said Mrs. Oliver. "Badly constructed.

In a case like this we have to take everything into account,' he said, noncommittally.

La vida se nos antoja más llena de interés cuando estamos a punto de perderla.