The Hollow Quotes

“...the real tragedy of life was that you got what you wanted...”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“I, Hercule Poirot, am not amused.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“I love autumn. It’s so much richer than spring.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“What alchemy there was in human beings.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“And suddenly one of those moments of intense happiness came to her--a sense of the loveliness of the world--of her own intense enjoyment of that world.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“You took thoughts, choosing them out of your store, and then, not dwelling on them, you let them slip through the fingers of your mind, never clutching at them, never dwelling on them, no concentration…just letting them drift gently past.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“If I were dead, the first thing you'd do, with the tears streaming down your face, would be to start modelling some damned mourning woman or some figure of grief.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“He did not know- he simply did not know.
But he felt he ought to know.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“What does one say to a woman who has just killed her husband?”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“And suddenly, with a terrific shock, with that feeling as of blurring on a cinematograph screen before the picture comes to focus, Hercule Poirot realized that this artificially set scene had a point of reality...”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood;
Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood-read heath,
The red-ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood
And Echo there, whatever is ask'd her, answers "Death".”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“But I," she thought, "am not a whole person. I belong not to myself, but to something outside of me.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“love.” Poirot put his hand gently on her shoulder. He said: “But you are one of those who can live with a sword in their hearts—who can go on and smile—” Henrietta looked up at him. Her lips twisted into a bitter smile. “That’s a little melodramatic,”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“What made Lady Angkatell dangerous, he thought, was the fact that those intuitive, wild guesses of hers might be often right. With a careless (seemingly careless?) word she built up a picture - and if parts of the picture was right, wouldn't you, in spite of yourself, believe in the other half of the picture?...”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“Truth, however bitter, can be accepted, and woven into a design for living.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“Queer, thought Henrietta, how things can seep into you without your knowing it...”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“It's so difficult, isn't it, to get to know people when there is a murder? And quite impossible to have any really intellectual conversation.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“Such a landscape was best enjoyed from a car on a fine afternoon. You exclaimed, “Quel beau paysage!” and drove back to a good hotel.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“Where am I myself, the whole man, the true man? Where am I with God’s mark upon my brow?”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“The fact that a working day of nine to six, with an hour off for lunch, cut a girl off from most of the pleasures and relaxations of a leisured class had simply not occurred to Edward.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“Henrietta got up.

‘Do you want me here, or had I better go?’

‘It would be better if you went, I think.’

She nodded. Then she said, more to herself than to him:

‘Where shall I go? What shall I do–without John?’

‘You are speaking like Gerda Christow. You will know where to go and what to do.’

‘Shall I? I’m so tired, M. Poirot, so tired.’

He said gently:

‘Go, my child. Your place is with the living. I will stay here with the dead.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“Some people are wise - they never expect to be happy. I did.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“Yes, she thought, that was what despair was. A cold thing—a thing of infinite coldness and loneliness. She’d never understood until now that despair was a cold thing. She had thought of it as something hot and passionate, something violent, a hot-blooded desperation. But that was not so. This was despair—this utter outer darkness of coldness and loneliness. And the sin of despair, that priests talked of, was a cold sin, the sin of cutting oneself off from all warm and living human contacts.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“Los ojos ven, a veces lo que se ha querido que vieran.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“I think one should always take some risk, and one should do it quickly and not think too much about it.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“since worship drives out personality.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“There’s always hope where there’s a kitchen maid. Heaven help us when domestic staffs are so reduced that nobody keeps a kitchen maid any more.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“Your moustache, M. Poirot, is an artistic triumph. It has no associations with anything but itself. It is, I am sure, unique.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“Do you know that nice poem: ‘The days passed slowly one by one. I fed the ducks, reproved my wife, played Handel’s Largo on the fife and took the dog a run.”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow

“What was it you were saying—something about murder being worrying? But really, Henry, I have never seen why. I mean, if one has to die, it may be cancer, or tuberculosis in one of those dreadful bright sanatoriums, or a stroke—horrid, with one’s face all on one side—or else one is shot or stabbed or strangled perhaps. But the whole thing comes to the same in the end. There one is, I mean, dead! Out of it all. And all the worry over. And the relations have all the difficulties—money quarrels and whether to wear black or not—and who was to have Aunt Selina’s writing desk—things like that!”
― Agatha Christie, The Hollow