I looked at her. Sheila was my girl--the girl I wanted--and wanted for keeps. But it wasn't any use having illusions about her. Sheila was a liar and probably always would be a liar. It was her way of fighting for survival--the quick easy glib denial. It was a child's weapon--and she'd probably never got out of using it. If I wanted Sheila, I must accept her as she was--be at hand to prop up the weak places. We've all got our weak places. Mine were different from Sheila's, but they were there.
Agatha ChristieYour not reliable. You wouldn't be at all a comfortable sort of person to live with.
Agatha ChristieDifficulties are made to be overcome ~ Miss Felicity Lemon, Agatha Christie's Poirot: The Plymouth Express
Agatha ChristieI never can stand seeing people pleased with themselves,” said Joanna. “It arouses all my worst instincts.
Agatha Christie