Hercule Poirot Quotes

“Wherever there is human nature, there is drama.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“There are many things not called poison which can kill a man,”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“It’s not a man’s working hours that are important – it’s his leisure hours.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“Life is only one of the Great Illusions.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“What a newspaper prints is news – but not always truth!”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“there is nothing more amazing than the extraordinary sanity of the insane! Unless it is the extraordinary eccentricity of the sane!”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“the more we learn, the less and less motive we find for suicide? But for murder, we begin to have a surprising collection of motives!”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“there is no such thing as Death, really, you know, only Change.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“That’s queer,” I ejaculated suddenly beneath my breath.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“What was this passion that attacked women for knitting under the most unpropitious conditions? A woman did not look her best knitting; the absorption, the glassy eyes, the restless, busy fingers! One needed the agility of a wild cat, and the will-power of a Napoleon to manage to knit in a crowded tube, but women managed it! If they succeeded in obtaining a seat, out came a miserable little strip of shrimp pink and click, click went the pins!”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“– it is the future that causes one inquietude.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“One can’t argue with a point of view.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“Family strength is a marvellous thing.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“...And the good heart, it is worth in the end all the little grey cells. Yes, yes, I who speak to you am in danger of forgetting that sometimes.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“the perfection of a filing system beside which all other filing systems should sink into oblivion. She dreamed of such a system at night.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“Lord Cronshaw’s party consisted of six people: he himself, his uncle, the Honourable Eustace Beltane, a pretty American widow, Mrs. Mallaby, a young actor, Chris Davidson, his wife, and last but not least, Miss Coco Courtenay. It was a fancy dress ball, as you know, and”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“Not a look, not a gesture of Valerie Saintclair’s but expressed drama. She seemed to exhale an atmosphere of romance. A scarlet flannel dressing gown covered her feet—a homely garment in all conscience; but the charm of her personality invested it with an exotic flavour, and it seemed an Eastern robe of glowing colour.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“They fear me, Hastings; the criminals of your England they fear me! When the cat is there, the little mice, they come no more to the cheese!” “I don’t suppose the greater part of them even know of your existence,” I said, laughing. Poirot looked at me reproachfully. He always imagines that the whole world is thinking and talking of Hercule Poirot. He had certainly made a name for himself in London, but I could hardly believe that his existence struck terror into the criminal world.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“When you look your most innocent is when you are up to something.’ Revolving”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“One must seek the truth within – not without.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“Sometimes a man in armour might not even know he was being attacked.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“Poirot moved a plate of bread and butter the eighth of an inch,”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“And I have really never seen him so angry. Men,’ said Mrs Samuelson, rearranging her handsome diamond bracelet and turning her rings on her fingers, ‘think of nothing but money.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“bowed”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“water.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“bombs.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“…And the good heart, it is in the end worth all the little grey cells. Yes, yes, I who speak to you am in danger of forgetting that sometimes.”
― Agatha Christie , Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“Poirot and I were expecting our old friend Inspector Japp of Scotland Yard to tea. We were sitting round the tea-table awaiting his arrival. Poirot had just finished carefully straightening the cups and saucers which our landlady was in the habit of throwing, rather than placing, on the table. He had also breathed heavily on the metal teapot, and polished it with a silk handkerchief. The kettle was on the boil, and a small enamel saucepan beside it contained some thick, sweet chocolate which was more to Poirot’s palate than what he described as ‘your English poison’.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“He needs your prayers.’ ‘Is he then an unhappy man?’ Poirot said: ‘So unhappy that he has forgotten what happiness means. So unhappy that he does not know he is unhappy.’ The nun said softly: ‘Ah, a rich man …’ Hercule Poirot said nothing – for he knew there was nothing to say …”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories

“Miss Lyall, whose principal interests in life were the observation of people round her and the sound of her own voice, continued to talk.”
― Agatha Christie, Hercule Poirot: The Complete Short Stories