Agatha Christie Quotes

One forgets how human murderers are.

Tea! Bless ordinary everyday afternoon tea!

People with a grudge against the world are always dangerous. They seem to think life owes them something. I've known many an invalid who has suffered worse and been cut off from life much more . . . and they've managed to lead happy contented lives. It's what's in yourself that makes you happy or unhappy.

Mrs. Cavendish: I am charming to my friends one day, and forget all about them the next.

"This is M. Hercule Poirot," I said. Megan Barnard gave him a quick, appraising glance. "I've heard of you," she said. "You're the fashionable private sleuth, aren't you?". "Not a pretty description - but it suffices," said Poirot.

Blood tells — always remember that — blood tells.

"What can I say at seventy-five? "Thank God for my good life,and for all the love that has been given to me.

Men — ’ said Miss Williams, and stopped.
As a rich property owner says ‘Bolsheviks’ — as an earnest Communist says ‘Capitalists!’ — as a good housewife says ‘Blackbeetles’ — so did Miss Williams say ‘Men!

Never tell all you know — not even to the person you know best.

I'm sorry, but I do hate this differentiation between the sexes. 'The modern girl has a thoroughly businesslike attitude to life' That sort of thing. It's not a bit true! Some girls are businesslike and some aren't. Some men are sentimental and muddle-headed, others are clear-headed and logical. There are just different types of brains.

The quality of agreeableness Is not much stressed nowadays. People tend to ask if a man is clever, industrious, if he contributes to the well-being of the community, if he ‘counts’ in the scheme of things.

They conceive a certain theory, and everything has to fit into that theory. If one little fact will not fit it, they throw it aside. But it is always the facts that will not fit in that are significant.

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.

Very unfortunately, she had no husband. She had never had a husband, and therefore did not kill a husband.

It seems odd that as far as I know nobody has yet been murdered for having too perfect a character! And yet perfection is undoubtedly an irritating thing!