Docteur Quotes & Sayings

Mon cher docteur! Do you not think I know the female mentality? The village gossip, it is based always, always on the relations of the sexes. If a man poisons his wife in order to travel to the North Pole or to enjoy the peace of a bachelor existence - it would not interest his fellow-villagers for a minute! — Agatha Christie

If I had a nickel for every time I almost died, I would have been driving to school in a Ferrari and flying off to Bora-Bora on the weekends. — Jennifer Lynn Barnes

In the midnight of a soul's unsleeping, hear the waterfall of women weeping. Hear the distant noise of traffic stalling, hear the prostituted children calling. — Pete Townshend

I have to admit, a manicured look works for me. — Richard Gere

Good ideas are a dime a dozen, bad ones are free. — Douglas Horton

Poirot said "you will find,M.le docteur,if you have much to do with cases of this kind,that they all resemble each other in one thing."
"what is that?" I asked curiously
"everyone concerned in them has something to hide — Agatha Christie

George Herbert was wrong. Living well isn't the best revenge; loving well is. — Stephen King

Alas, but you do not recognize one thing, Monsieur le Docteur, one thing that you will find very difficult to comprehend. The twelfth century was quite different from today, different in a most special way. You see, the entire world believed in magic, and this affected things. It altered the world we perceived, everyone perceived, mortal and vampire alike. You will not be able to accept this, but it altered the very laws of physics. Magic was a little more real. — Michael Talbot

I watch drama. I don't watch a lot of comedy. Watching comedy is like work. — Marta Kauffman

Protecting Americans from nuclear terrorism rises above politics. — Lee H. Hamilton

He didn't mean to say it. He meant to let her go. "I can help you. — Leigh Bardugo

Vivian Bloodmark, a philosophical friend of mine, in later years, used to say that while the scientist sees everything that happens in one point in space, the poet sees everything that happens in one point in time. Lost in thought, he taps his knee with his wandlike pencil, and at the same instant a car (New York license plate) passes along the road, a child bangs the screen door of a neighbouring porch, an old man yawns in a misty Turkestan orchard, a granule of cinder-grey sand is rolled by the wind on Venus, a Docteur Jacques Hirsch in Grenoble puts on his reading glasses, and trillions of other such trifles occur - all forming an instantaneous and transparent organism of events, of which the poet (sitting in a lawn chair in Ithaca, N.Y.) is the nucleus. — Vladimir Nabokov

Only the honorable people resist the injustices! The rest - the honorless - are afraid of even their own shadows! — Mehmet Murat Ildan