Quotes About Observation

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methods of Hercule Poirot. I do not run to and fro, making

I had little to do save nod my head and look intelligent—and that last is perhaps over optimistic.

He listened for a minute or two and then I saw his face change. His own side of the conversation was short and disjointed.

If you will forgive me for being personal—I do not like your face, M. Ratchett," he said.

Lombard thought: Awkward, this—am I supposed to have met them or not? He said quickly: "There's a wasp crawling up your arm. No—keep quite still.

What is it? You are not attending to what I say." "It is true, my friend. I am much worried." "Why?" "Because Mademoiselle Cynthia does not take sugar in her coffee.

Miss Marple, the guest,

Father looked thoughtfully at the two women facing him. Mother and daughter. There was, he noted, a strong superficial likeness between them. He could understand how for one moment in the fog he had taken Elvira Blake for Bess Sedgwick.

My friend, in working upon a case, one does not take into account only the things that are 'mentioned.' There is no reason to mention many things which may be important. Equally, there is often an excellent reason for not mentioning them. You can take your choice of the two motives." -- Hercule Poirot

He said at last, when Miss Gilchrist had twittered into silence:

Miss Lyall, whose principal interests in life were the observation of people round her and the sound of her own voice, continued to talk.

Oui... sans son regard fulgurant, sans ses yeux de lynx, Hercule Poirot serait peut-être mort écrasé, à l'heure qu'il est. Quelle effroyable calamité pour l'humanité toute entière ! Vous aussi, mon bon ami, vous auriez pu y rester ; mais cela n'aurait pas été une catastrophe nationale.

I do not complain," said Poirot, and proceeded to do so.

The extraordinary sanity of the insane is a most interesting subject.

doctor's tone caught Poirot's attention

Miss Gannett has all the characteristics of my sister Caroline, but she lacks that unerring aim in jumping to conclusions which lends a touch of greatness to Caroline's manoeuvres.

Két fiatal fiú ült vele szemben. A rend?rség fiatalkorúnak tekinti ?ket, az ? szemében gyerekek, az újságírókéban kamaszok. Hívjuk ?ket akárminek. A kor termékei. Egyikük sem ostoba, még ha nem is oly magas szellemiségek, ahogy az imént hízelgett nekik, hogy elindítsa a beszélgetést.

The light from the window caught her pince-nez and made them give off little flashes.

He didn't say anything at all about my having been listening—and how he knew I was listening I can't think. He'd never once looked in that direction. I was rather relieved he didn't say anything. I mean, I felt all right with myself about it, but it might have been a little awkward explaining to him.

She went out of the window again. Griselda turned to Miss Marple. "Why did you step on my foot?" The old lady was smiling. "I thought you were going to say something, my dear. And it is often so much better to let things develop on their own lines. I don't think, you know, that that child is half so vague as she pretends to be. She's got a very definite idea in her head and she's acting upon it.

Who are you? You don't belong to the police?" "I am better than the police," said Poirot. He said it without conscious arrogance. It was, to him, a simple statement of fact.

One of the oddest things in life, as we all know, is the way that when you have heard a thing mentioned, within 24 hours you nearly always come across it again

Nothing, I believe is so full of life under the microscope as a drop of water from a a stagnant pool.