Death On The Nile Love Quotes

Love can be a very frightening thing.’ ‘That is why most great love stories are tragedies.

Love is not everything, Mademoiselle,' Poirot said gently. 'It is only when we are young that we think it is.

It's awful, isn't it? This love business gets hold of you and you can't do anything about it.

Paul turned her to face him. “I see a breathtaking woman scared to death to see how beautiful she actually is, a woman refusing to live because she has spent her entire life feeling inadequate in her appearance, a woman who has nothing to be ashamed of.

Motives for murder are sometimes very trivial, Madame.” “What are the most usual motives, Monsieur Poirot?” “Most frequent—money. That is to say, gain in its various ramifications. Then there is revenge—and love, and fear, and pure hate, and beneficence—” “Monsieur Poirot!” “Oh, yes, Madame. I have known of—shall we say A?—being removed by B solely in order to benefit C. Political murders often come under the same heading. Someone is considered to be harmful to civilization and is removed on that account. Such people forget that life and death are the affair of the good God.

Ah, but people don't run true to form in love affairs.

Love is not everything, Mademoiselle,’ Poirot said gently. ‘It is only when we are young that we think it is.

Love is not everything, Mademoiselle,” Poirot said gently. “It is only when we are young that we think it is.

She is in love—heart, soul, and body—and she is not of those who love lightly and often.

The fires that burn deep within our hearts, fueling our deepest loves are indestructible; the power of the human spirit surpasses even death and life.

Thus he shut himself up, he lived there, he was absolutely satisfied with it, leaving on one side the prodigious questions which attract and terrify, the fathomless perspectives of abstraction, the precipices of metaphysics—all those profundities which converge, for the apostle in God, for the atheist in nothingness; destiny, good and evil, the way of being against being, the conscience of man, the thoughtful somnambulism of the animal, the transformation in death, the recapitulation of existences which the tomb contains, the incomprehensible grafting of successive loves on the persistent I, the essence, the substance, the Nile, and the Ens, the soul, nature, liberty, necessity; perpendicular problems, sinister obscurities, where lean the gigantic archangels of the human mind; formidable

For centuries, poets have dreamt of dying for love. I suppose we shall be the lucky ones.

It seems so awful somehow that it should be such a lovely day.

Love can be a very frightening thing.” “That is why most great love stories are tragedies.