Agatha Christie Quotes

Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realise it. - Miss Marple

You belong to the League of Nations?’
‘I belong to the world, Madame,’ said Poirot dramatically.

بإمكان أي امرأة أن تخدع رجلا، إذا أرادت، وإذا كان يحبها.

Never mind. I knew — that was the great thing.

Everything must be taken into account. If the fact will not fit the theory — -let the theory go.

Who is there who has not felt a sudden startled pang at reliving an old experience or feeling an old emotion?

The point is that one's got an instinct to live. One does not live because one's reason assents to living. People who, as we say, 'would be better dead,' don’t want to die! People who apparently have got everything to live for just let themselves fade out of life because they have not got the energy to fight.

It was abominable — wicked. The good God should not allow such things. We are not so wicked as that in Germany.

always bear in mind that the person who speaks may be lying

Do you not realize, Hastings, that each and everyone of us is a complete mystery with layers. We each try to judge each other, but nine times out of ten, we are wrong.

"Well", said Miss Marple. "Are you going to let her get away with it?" There was a pause, then Father brought down his fist with a crash on the table. "No", he roared — "No, by God I'm not!" Miss Marple nodded her head slowly and gravely. "May God have mercy on her soul," she said.

Everyone is a potential murderer-in everyone there arises from time to time the wish to kill-though not the will to kill.

Poirot was an extraordinary looking little man. He was hardly more than five feet, four inches, but carried himself with great dignity. His head was exactly the shape of an egg, and he always perched it a little on one side. His moustache was very stiff and military. The neatness of his attire was almost incredible. I believe a speck of dust would have caused him more pain than a bullet wound. Yet this quaint dandyfied little man who, I was sorry to see, now limped badly, had been in his time one of the most celebrated members of the Belgian police. As a detective, his flair had been extraordinary, and he had achieved triumphs by unravelling some of the most baffling cases of the day.

The secret of getting ahead is getting started.

I've always believed in writing without a collaborator, because where two people are writing the same book, each believes he gets all the worries and only half the royalties.