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„Die Liebe einer Mutter zu ihrem Kind ist mit nichts auf der Welt zu vergleichen. Sie kennt kein Gesetz, kein Mitleid. Sie riskiert alles und tritt erbarmungslos alles nieder, was ihr im Weg steht.“

„Ein Archäologe ist der beste Ehemann, den eine Frau haben kann; je älter sie wird, um so mehr interessiert er sich für sie.“

„Instinkt ist eine ganz wunderbare Sache. Er kann weder erklärt noch ignoriert werden.“

„Es ist ein merkwürdiger Gedanke, aber erst wenn man Leute sieht, die lächerlich aussehen, merkt man, wie sehr man sie liebt.“

„Das Geheimnis des Vorankommens liegt im Anfangen.“

„Eines der glücklichsten Dinge, die dir im Leben passieren können, ist eine glückliche Kindheit.“

„Ich weiß es nicht. Ich weiß es überhaupt nicht. Und das ist es, was mir das Leben erschreckt. Keine Ahnung zu haben ….“

„Ich gratuliere Ihnen zu diesem einzigartigen und schönen Problem.“

„Sei dir sicher, dass deine Sünde dich finden wird.“

„Sich auf Erklärungen einzulassen, ist immer ein Zeichen von Schwäche.“

„Schwierigkeiten werden gemacht, damit man sie überwindet ~ Miss Felicity Lemon, Agatha Christies Poirot: Der Plymouth Express.“

„Das Unmögliche kann nicht passiert sein, daher muss das Unmögliche trotz des Auftretens möglich sein.“

„Sehr wenige von uns sind das, was wir scheinen.“

„Tee! Segne den alltäglichen Nachmittagstee!“

„Kennst du meinen Freund, dass jeder von uns ein dunkles Geheimnis ist, ein Labyrinth widersprüchlicher Leidenschaften und Begierden und Fähigkeiten?“

„Wenn du feststellst, dass die Leute dir nicht die Wahrheit sagen, pass auf!“

„Angst, was für eine seltsame Sache Angst war ...“

„Ein schwacher Mann in einer Ecke ist gefährlicher als ein starker Mann. (Inspektor Miller)“

„Wenn Sie Ihren Kopf in den Mund eines Löwen stecken, können Sie sich eines Tages nicht beschweren, wenn er ihn abbeißt.“

„Die beste Zeit sich eine Geschichte auszudenken ist, während des Geschirrspülens.“

„Ulick Norman Owen.“

„Ich gebe nicht vor, Autor zu sein oder etwas über das Schreiben zu wissen. Ich mache das einfach, weil Dr. Reilly mich darum gebeten hat, und irgendwie, wenn Dr. Reilly Sie bittet, etwas zu tun, das Sie nicht gerne ablehnen.“

„Harold Waring war wie viele andere Engländer ein schlechter Linguist.“

„Worte, Madmoiselle, sind nur die Oberbekleidung von Ideen.“

„Es ist das Pech der kleinen, präzisen Männer, sich immer nach großen und extravaganten Frauen zu sehnen.“

„Es ist wirklich sehr gefährlich, Menschen Glauben zu schenken. Ich habe dies jahrelang nie getan.“

„Gelegentlich muss man seinen Stolz wegstecken und seine Ideen neu anpassen.“

„Man ist alleine, wenn der letzte weg ist, der sich erinnern kann.“

“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.”

““This affair must all be unravelled from within.” He tapped his forehead. “These little grey cells. It is ‘up to them’ — as you say over here.””

“It’s not impossible my dear. It’s just a very remarkable coincidence — and remarkable coincidences do happen.”

“I agree with you. It is here a family affair. It is a poison that works in the blood — it is intimate — it is deep-seated. There is here, I think, hate and knowledge…”

“Tout de même,” said Poirot, “since I cannot find anything, eh bien, then the logic falls out of the window.”

“Any medical man who predicts exactly when a patient will die, or exactly how long he will live, is bound to make a fool of himself. The human factor is always incalculable. The weak have often unexpected powers of resistance, the strong sometimes succumb.”

“I have often noticed that being a devoted wife saps the intellect,’ murmured Tommy.”

“She shrugged her shoulders slightly.
“What can one do?”
“You are a philosopher, Mademoiselle.””

““You have been to the Riviera before, Georges?” said Poirot to his valet the following morning.
George was an intensely English, rather wooden-faced individual.
“Yes, sir. I was here two years ago when I was in the service of Lord Edward Frampton.”
“And to-day,” murmured his master, “you are here with Hercule Poirot. How one mounts in the world!””

“The rottenness comes from within.”

“I don't pretend to be an author or to know anything about writing. I'm doing this simply because Dr Reilly asked me to, and somehow when Dr Reilly asks you to do a thing you don't like to refuse.”

“It shows you, Madame, the dangers of conversation. It is a profound belief of mine that if you can induce a person to talk to you for long enough, on any subject whatever, sooner or later they will give themselves away.”

“I am not keeping back facts. Every fact that I know is in your possession. You can draw your own deductions from them.”

“Murder isn’t — it really isn’t — a thing to tamper with lightheartedly.”

““It makes me madder than a hornet to be disbelieved,” she explained.”

“Men always tell such silly lies.”

“"I have made my choice, Hori. I will share my life with you for good or evil, until death comes…" With his arms round her, with the sudden new sweetness of his face against hers, she was filled with an exultant richness of living.”

“They have, all of them, such wonderful good manners. Not taught good manners — the natural thing. I could never have believed till I came here that natural courtesy could be such a wonderful — such a positive thing.”

“I think perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to read aloud Gibbon to me in the evenings, because if it’s nice and hot by the fire, there’s something about Gibbon that does, rather, make you go to sleep.”

“Harold Waring, like many other Englishmen, was a bad linguist.”

“"You know that in all tombs there is always a false door?"
Renisenb stared. "Yes, of course."
"Well, people are like that too. They create a false door - to deceive. If they are conscious of weakness, of inefficiency, they make an imposing door of self-assertion, of bluster, of overwhelming authority - and, after a time, they get to believe in it themselves. They think, and everybody thinks, that they are like that. But behind that door, Renisenb, is a bare rock … And so when reality comes and touches them with the feather of truth - their true self reasserts itself."”

“What beats me — it always does — is how a man can be so clever and yet be such a perfect fool.”

“Yes, a private investigator like my Wilbraham Rice. The public have taken very strongly to Wilbraham Rice. He bites his nails and eats a lot of bananas. I don’t know why I made him bite his nails to start with — it’s really rather disgusting — but there it is. He started by biting his nails, and now he has to do it in every single book. So monotonous.”

“Now there is no murder without a motive.”

““I — I don’t regret what I did. I think that you are a kind man, Mr. Poirot, and that possibly you might understand. You see, I’ve been so terribly afraid.”
“Afraid?”
“Yes, it’s difficult for a gentleman to understand, I expect. But you see, I’m not a clever woman at all, and I’ve no training and I’m getting older — and I’m so terrified for the future. I’ve not been able to save anything — how could I with Emily to be cared for? — and as I get older and more incompetent there won’t be any one who wants me. They’ll want somebody young and brisk. I’ve — I’ve known so many people like I am — nobody wants you and you live in a one room and you can’t have a fire or any warmth and not very much to eat and at last you can’t even pay the rent on your room … There are Institutions, of course, but it’s not very easy to get into them unless you have influential friends, and I haven’t. There are a good many others situated like I am — poor companions — untrained useless women with nothing to look forward to but a deadly fear…””

“I must have a talk with you, David, and learn all the new ideas. As far as I can see, one must hate everybody but at the same time give them free medical attention and a lot of extra education, poor things! All those helpless little children herded into schoolhouses every day — and cod liver oil forced down babies’ throats whether they like it or not — such nasty-smelling stuff.”

“What any woman saw in some particular man was beyond the comprehension of the average intelligent male. It just was so. A woman who could be intelligent about everything else in the world could be a complete fool when it came to some particular man.”

“Like most Englishmen, he felt something strongly, and proceeded to muddle around until he had, somehow or other, cleared up the mess.”

“Yes. I like to see people get angry. I like it very much. But here in England they do not get angry like they do in Spain. In Spain they take out their knives and they curse and shout. In England they do nothing, just get very red in the face and shut up their mouths tight.”