Agatha Christie Quotes

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

If it's just the same with you, Mr. President, I'd like to lie down and die.

It is as if I were setting out into captivity; better were it for me to die here

As I settled down to sleep in that new bed in the dark city, I saw that it was too late now, too late for everything. I would not be given a second chance. In the hours when I woke, I have to tell you that this struck me almost with relief.

Life and hope must cease together.

You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it. The poor girl's better off dead

I will ge glad to have done with this life forever.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.

I know I am at the end. I shall never get better, dear.

Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth, my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.

I envy the dead.

Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end.

The coming of ultimate failure we saw clearly enough, but the future beyond was a blank. The subject was naturally not a pleasant one, and by common consent it was always avoided in conversation, until at last we learned to avoid it in thought as well. We waited gloomily for the end, but did not care particularly to speculate upon the question when and how the end was to come.

An intimate core of my being recognizes that there is nothing in me that can go on: there is no spark; there is no infestation of vaporous miasma that has the capacity to continue, and there is nothing in me that wishes to continue. This moment is, for me, all that there is, and I'm willing to accept it. I'm a worm; I have no soul.

When the calamity we feared is already arrived, or when the expectation of it is so certain as to shut out hope, there seems to be a principle within us by which we look with misanthropic composure on the state to which we are reduced, and the heart sullenly contracts and accommodates itself to what it most abhorred.

I wasn't gonna make it. I had come to terms that I was gonna die, and I was very sure of that.

Once to die is better than length of days in sorrow without end.

It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

I would not despair unless I knew the irrevocable decree was passed; saw my misfortune recorded in the book of fate, and signed and sealed by neces-sity.

The living will envy the dead.

Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.

It is best not to have been born at all: but, if born, as quickly as possible to return whence one came.

But, in her life, nothing was going to happen. Such was the will of God! The future was a dark corridor, and at the far end the door was bolted.

Death is the end of every worldly pain.