Agatha Christie Quotes

One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone.

Jealousy, you know, is usually not an affair of causes. It is much more-how shall I say?-fundamental than that. Based on the knowledge that one's love is not returned. And so one goes on waiting, watching, expecting...that the loved one will turn to someone else.

That’s the depressing part of places like this. Guest houses run by broken-down gentlepeople. They’re full of failures — of people who have never got anywhere and never will get anywhere, of people who — who have been defeated and broken by life, of people who are old and tired and finished.

And Mr. Burnaby said acutely: "Well, it doesn't seem to have done her much good, poor lass." But after a while they stopped talking about her and discussed instead who was going to win the Grand National. For, as Mr. Ferguson was saying at that minute in Luxor, it is not the past that matters but the future.

One of the saddest things in life, is the things one remembers.

I don't think necessity is the mother of invention. Invention . . . arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness. To save oneself trouble.

Don’t go,” said Cedric. “Murder has made you practically one of the family.

“That’s all very well — they’re not educated, poor creatures.” “No, and a good thing too. Education has devitalised the white races. Look at America — goes in for an orgy of culture. Simply disgusting.”

I will not look through keyholes,” I interrupted hotly. Poirot closed his eyes. “Very well, then. You will not look through keyholes. You will remain the English gentleman and someone will be killed.

The past is the father of the present.

How fast you go. You arrive at a conclusion much sooner than I would permit myself to do.

Two people rarely see the same thing.

One cannot, ever, go back to the place which exists in memory. you would not see it with the same eyes-even supposing that it should improbably have remained much the same. What you have had you have had. 'The happy highways where I went, And shall not come again...'

Never go back to a place where you have been happy. Until you do it remains alive for you. If you go back it will be destroyed.

He was very much a man of moods, possibly owing to what is styled the artistic temperament. I have never seen, myself, why the possession of artistic ability should be supposed to excuse a man from a decent exercise of self-control.

Conversations are always dangerous, if you have something to hide.