Quotes About Perception

Sommige van de grootste misdadigers die ik heb gekend hadden engelengezichten,' sprak Poirot opgewekt. 'Een misvorming van de grijze cellen kan heel goed samengaan met het gezicht van een madonna.

But the newspapers, they are so inaccurate, I never go by what they say.

I remember a saying of my Great Aunt Fanny's. I was sixteen at the time and thought it particularly foolish." "Yes?" I inquired. "She used to say: 'The young people think the old people are fools; but the old people know the young people are fools!

I felt somehow I ought to warn her. I felt that perhaps she didn't know how stupid and unreasoning and violent jealousy and hate can be—and how little it takes to set them smouldering.

It is to show you that it is the eyes of the mind with which one really sees….

Smell goes up, not down. You'd notice a decaying body in the cellar much sooner than in the attic. And, anyway, for a long time people would think it was a dead rat.

It's quite possible that the delusions of today may be the proved scientific facts of tomorrow.

You seem to be a sensible young woman and I don't suppose you've thought much about world politics which is just as well, because as Hamlet very wisely remarked, 'There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Miss Marple is not the type of elderly lady who makes mistakes. She has got an uncanny knack of being always right.

Intuition is like reading a word without having to spell it out. A child can't do that because it has had so little experience. But a grown-up person knows the word because they've seen it often before. You catch my meaning, Vicar?

Guy Carpenter frowned and came into the drawing room through the window. He had a long face like a horse, he was pale and looked rather supercilious. His manner was pompous. Hercule Poirot found him unattractive.

Wives madly devoted to unsatisfactory and often what appeared quite unprepossessing husbands, wives contemptuous of, and bored by, apparently attractive and impeccable husbands.

Poirot had the capacity to attract confidences. It was as though when people were talking to him they hardly realised who it was they were talking to.

Instinct is a marvellous thing," mused Poirot. "It can neither be explained nor ignored.

From a recumbent position he looked up at Mr Blore and said with immense dignity: 'I'm talking to you, young man. The day of judgment is very close at hand.' Subsiding on to his seat Mr Blore thought to himself: He's nearer the day of judgment than I am! But there, as it happens, he was wrong…

Women observe subconsciously a thousand little details, without knowing that they are doing so. Their subconscious mind adds these little things together—and they call the result intuition. Me, I am very skilled in psychology. I know these things.

She was reported to be the most beautiful woman in England. It was also rumoured that she was the stupidest.

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I'm a man. You're a woman." "Your idea of a woman is someone who gets on a chair and shrieks if she sees a mouse. That's all prehistoric.

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

That is where you make a mistake, dear," said Miss Marple. "Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realize it.

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

A madman is as logical and reasoned in his actions as a sane man—given his peculiar biased point of view.

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