Quotes About Conversation

And anyway who the devil should I want to murder?" "That would be a very good question," said Miss Marple. "I have not yet had the pleasure of sufficient conversation with you to evolve a theory as to that." Mr. Rafter's smile broadened. "Conversations with you might be dangerous," he said. "Conversations are always dangerous, if you have something to hide," said Miss Marple.

It is romantic, you know, the transatlantic telephone. To speak so easily to someone nearly halfway across the globe. The telegraphed photograph - that, too, is romantic. Science is the greatest romance there is.

Mr. Satterthwaite's conversation was apt to be unduly burdened by mentions of his titled acquaintances.

Servants were the main topic of conversation in St. Mary Mead, so it was not difficult to lead the conversation in that direction.

Now we can talk," said Poirot. "When I say that, I mean, really, that I shall talk.

Speech, so a wise old Frenchman said to me once, is an invention of man's to prevent him from thinking. It is also an infallible means of discovering that which he wishes to hide. A human being, Hastings, cannot resist the opportunity to reveal himself and express his personality which conversation gives him. Every time he will give himself away.

She transferred her gaze to me. "You are his secretary, I suppose?" "Er—yes," I said doubtfully. "Can you write decent English?" "I hope so." "H'm—where did you go to school?" "Eton." "Then you can't.

Ah," she said, "I've enjoyed myself! There's nothing like exchanging gossip and remembering old scandals." "A little malice," agreed Mr. Treves, "adds a certain savour to life.

Five minutes later, a young man walking rapidly in the opposite direction pulled up short and stopped in front of Sandra. He exclaimed blithely: "I say, what luck! I wondered if I'd ever see you again." His tone was so delighted that she blushed just a little. He stooped to the dog. "What a jolly little fellow. What's his name?" "MacTavish." "Oh, very Scotch.

Are you still there monsieur Poirot?" Demanded Mrs. Oliver. At the same time, the operator requested more money. With these formalities completed, Poirot spoke once more. "Are you still there Madame?" "I'M still here." Said Mrs. Oliver. "And don't let's waste any more money asking each other if we're there. What is it?

M. Poirot,' she said somewhat breathlessly, 'Can I speak to you alone?' 'Milady, Captain Hastings is as my other self. You can speak before him as though he were a thing of no account, not there at all. Be seated, I pray you.

I've been gossiping a little. In shops—and waiting for buses. Old ladies are supposed to be inquisitive. Yes, one can pick up quite a lot of local news.

What was one to do, thought Adela, with someone who didn't talk gardening or dogs - those standbys of rural conversation.

Don't hiss at me, Pagett," I said, drawing back a little, "and do control your breathing. Your idea is absurd. Why should they want to have a secret meeting in the middle of the night? If they'd anything to say to each other, they could hobnob over beef tea in a perfectly casual and natural manner.

No, no es tan ridículo como usted se figura. Se basa en una necesidad fundamental de la naturaleza humana, en la necesidad de hablar, de revelarse uno a sí mismo

Lucu sekali, karena sesuatu yang telah kita lupakan sering bisa teringat kembali bila kita membicarakannya.

Come and have a cocktail. It's nearly lunch time.

somewhere. Two men below her window were talking French. One was a French officer, the other was a little man with enormous moustaches. She smiled faintly. She had never seen anyone quite so heavily muffled up. It must be very cold outside. That was why they heated the train so terribly. She tried to force the window down lower, but it would not go. The Wagon Lit conductor had come up to the two men. The train was about to depart, he said. Monsieur had better mount. The little man

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…

For some reason, Poirot had always been a person it was easy to talk to.

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

Her conversation, I soon found, was couched in the telegraphic style.

He thought to himself: "He'll ask me now if I was old enough to be in the War. These old boys always do." But General Macarthur did not mention the War.