A Quote by Joan Hickson

Miss Marple believes in justice and has very high standards. There is nothing you could say or do that would shock her. — © Joan Hickson
Miss Marple believes in justice and has very high standards. There is nothing you could say or do that would shock her.
I really cannot understand the point of what you're saying. Really,' said Clotilde, looking at her. 'What a very extraordinary person you are. What sort of a woman are you? Why are you talking like this? Who are you?' Miss Marple pulled down the mass of pink wool that encircled her head, a pink wool scarf of the same kind that she had once worn in the West Indies. 'One of my names,' she said, 'is Nemesis.' 'Nemesis? And what does that mean?' 'I think you know,' said Miss Marple. 'You are a very well educated woman. Nemesis is long delayed sometimes, but it comes in the end.
There's nothing you could say that would shock me.
Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realise it. - Miss Marple
If I were at any time to set out on a career of deceit, it would be of Miss Marple that I should be afraid.
Maybe the standards should be higher to be an officer. People will say there area high standards, but clearly they're not high enough.
I miss her in my bones. I was her big brother. I was supposed to protect her - I could not... It very nearly destroyed me.
I feel like an old lady; my hero is Miss Marple.
I thought I was the wrong shape: that Miss Marple would be much fluffier than me, much more wearing shawls and things. But I was persuaded, and now, well - I can only do it my way.
My entire stay there [high school] might have been time lost if it hadn't been for the unique personality of a brilliant teacher. Miss Kirwin was that rare educator who was in love with information. I will always believe that her love of teaching came not so much from her liking for students but from her desire to make sure that some of the things she knew would find repositories so that they could be shared again.
Maybe if I prayed to Miss Marple, she’d hook me up with a clue
They sat quietly together for a few minutes, Joe holding Fiona's hand, Fiona sniffling. No flowery words, no platitudes passed between them. Joe would have done anything to ease her suffering, but he knew nothing he might do, or say, could. Her grief would run its course, like a fever, and release her when it was spent. He would not shush her or tell her it was God's will and that her da was better off. That was rubbish and they both knew it. When something hurt as bad as this, you had to let it hurt. There were no shortcuts.
One does see so much evil in a village,' murmured Miss Marple in an explanatory voice.
The standards to get in are very high. We don't want to lower those standards.
There was nothing I could say in retaliation except something that would confuse her.
I set very high standards, normally for myself. For other people, I try to lower my standards.
Just as you can accept Miss Marple going to tea with the vicar, there's no reason why Long Island can't have a universality to it.
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