There’s a reason the heart is the organ given to love, you know. If it stops to rest, we die.[to Poirot]
Writing tragedy is easy. I just imagine someone I wanna punish. Then I imagine them in love.
Money is the only friend a woman can rely on.
Maybe, to fix a broken heart, all it takes is a single bullet.
I am Hercule Poirot. I do not need to be told. I have eyes and they see. A brain and it thinks. It now thinks somewhat poorly of you.[to Andrew]
Ah, love. It is not safe.
You have a choice still. You can ruin his life or begin a new one. It may not be the life that you imagined, but perhaps it will be the life that God intended.[to Jackie, about Simon]
Simon loves me. I know it. Even if he’s forgotten, dazzled by her. Love that fierce doesn’t vanish.
Watch now on:
Love is far too important to trust to God.
It’s bad enough to be married for one lifetime. To be side by side for eternity is inhumane.
You are quite the most ludicrous man I have ever seen.[to Poirot]
When you have money, no one is ever really your friend.
