The hardest thing in life and the hardest to live through is the knowledge that there is someone you love very much whom you cannot save from suffering. You can do things to aid people’s physical disabilities; but you can do little to help the pain of the heart.
He’s not likely to recognize you. After all, one young man is much like another.” “I repudiate that remark utterly. I’m sure my pleasing features and distinguished appearance would single me out from any crowd.
When you look your most innocent is when you are up to something.’ Revolving.
Does nothing frighten you, Anne Beddingfeld?” “Oh, yes,” I said, with an assumption of coolness I was far from feeling. “Wasps, sarcastic women, very young men, cockroaches, and superior shop assistants.
You can’t rightly estimate what a man will do when he’s in drink.
So many noble ideas flowing about. But then, you see, whom have you got to work out the ideas with? After all, only the same human beings you’ve always had. You can create a third world now, or so everyone thinks, but the third world will have the same people in it as the first world or the second world or whatever names you like to call things. And when you have the same human beings running things, they’ll run them the same way.
A large fierce-looking dog whom Poirot suspected of having mange growled from his position on a moderately comfortable fourth chair.
They were silent with the comfortable silence of two people who know each other very well indeed.
M. Poirot, almost certainly the criminal; the only man on board who could create a psychological moment.
Look at the moon up there. You see her very plainly, don’t you? She’s very real. But if the sun were to shine you wouldn’t be able to see her at all. It was rather like that. I was the moon... When the sun came out, Simon couldn’t see me anymore... He was dazzled. He couldn’t see anything but the sun – Linnet.
Death, mademoiselle, unfortunately creates a prejudice. A prejudice in favour of the deceased.
A madman in particular has always a very strong reason for the crimes he commits.
From what you read and hear nowadays, it seems that murder under certain aspects is slowly but surely being made acceptable to a large section of the community.” She.
Poirot looked up at the sky. ‘When the sun shines you cannot see the moon,’ he said. ‘But when the sun is gone–ah, when the sun is gone.’ Cornelia’s mouth fell open. ‘I beg your pardon?’ ‘I was saying, Mademoiselle, that when the sun has gone down, we shall see the moon. That is so, is it not?
He never left the cinema very quickly. It always took him a moment or two to return to the prosaic reality of everyday life.
It’s awful, isn’t it? This love business gets hold of you and you can’t do anything about it.
One can’t argue with a point of view.
Old sins have long shadows.
Charles doesn’t go out of a room – he ‘makes an exit’ –.
Marriage will cure me, I expect. It always seems to have a very sobering effect on people.