Sherlock Holmes Most Interesting Quotes
Relive the adventures of Sherlock Holmes with these interesting quotes. You are about to enter the world of deception, detection, evidence and facts. Have fun!
All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock.
All that matters to me is the work! Without that, my brain rots.
Any truth is better than indefinite doubt.
At least they never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity.
Bitterness is a paralytic. Love is a much more vicious motivator.
Blackwood: The world as you know it, will end.
Watson: Show me your face and it will be the end of your world right now.
But let me tell you this. You were the best man, the most human… human being that I’ve ever known.
By the looks of things, I’d say you’re between jobs. And you’re between husbands.
Crime is common, logic is rare. The decent thing is to catch the killer, not provide comfort for the corpse.
Data! Data! Data! I can’t make bricks without clay.
Do you have any last words? Death, is only the beginning.
Don’t make people into heroes, John. Heroes don’t exist, and if they did, I wouldn’t be one of them.
Education never ends Watson. It is a series of lessons with the greatest for the last.
Everything in this world is relative, my dear Watson.
For that’s where crimes are conceived and they’re solved – in the imagination.
Gidden within the unconscious is an inssatiable thirst for disorder.
Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age.
He has the brain of a scientist/philosopher, yet he elects to be a detective. What might we deduce about his heart?
His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge.
Hmm, judging from your arsenous tool kit, you are here to burn the building and extinguish all the evidence therein?
Holmes: I followed you
Sterndale: I saw no one
Holmes: That is what you may expect to see when I follow you.
Holmes: Should’ve mastered the damn thing [violin] by now
Watson: How long have you been playing?
Holmes: Three days
Holmes, you are not yourself. A sick man is but a child.
I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.
I am accustomed to have mystery at one end of my cases, but to have it at both ends is too confusing. I fear that I must decline to act.
I am inclined to think – said I.
I should do so, Sherlock Holmes remarked impatiently.
I am not the law, but I represent justice so far as my feeble powers go.
I, from musical theory, have created order, out of chaos!
I had no idea that such individuals exist outside of stories.
I haven’t slept all night, not a wink.
I insist, you have to get out! There’s nothing interesting for me out there, at all!
I never guess. It is a shocking habit – destructive to the logical faculty.
I saw him as cleared as I see you! And when the dead walks, the living will fill these coffins!
I understand. Do you? I don’t think you do!
I’ve been going over my notes of our exploits. Would you like to hear my conclusions? …I am psychologically disturbed.
If I show you too much of my method of working, you will come to the conclusion that I am a very ordinary individual after all.
If we went around the moon or round and round the garden like a teddy bear, it wouldn’t make any difference!
In my profession all sorts of odd knowledge comes useful, and this room of yours is a storehouse of it.
Irene Adler was hear, either that or, the ginger midget wore the same Parisian perfume!
Irene: So, case closed. Which makes this a social visit.
Holmes: No, it’s a “You’re in over your head, Irene” visit.
It is a capital mistake to theorize before you have all the evidence. It biases the judgment.
It is about professional integrity! No girl wants to marry a doctor who can’t tell a man’s dead or not!
It is impossible as I state it, and therefore I must in some respect have stated it wrong.
It is, of course, a trifle, but there is nothing so important as trifles.
It is quite a three pipe problem, and I beg that you won’t speak to me for fifty minutes.
It’s precisely the reason why you can’t find a simple ring; you’re afraid of a life without a thrill of macabre!
It seems to be a lil’ far fetched sometimes, making these grand assumptions out of timny details. Not so quite right isn’t it.
It will be the last sane thought in your head.
John: Do you just carry on talking when I’m away?
Sherlock: I don’t know, how often are you away?
John: I was a soldier. I killed people!
Sherlock: You were a doctor!
John: I had bad days!
Let us hear the suspicions. I will look after the proofs.
Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.
London’s so bleak this time of year.
London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.
Look at that, Mrs. Hudson. Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. Isn’t it hateful?
Look at them. They all care so much. Do you ever wonder if there’s something wrong with us?
Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself; but talent instantly recognizes genius.
Mine’s like an engine, racing out of control; a rocket tearing itself to pieces on the launchpad. I NEED A CASE!
My name is Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know what other people don’t know.
No one will ever convince me that you told me a lie. I was so alone… and I owe you so much.
Nothing clears up a case so much as stating it to another person.
Now we have a firm grasp of the obvious!
Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don’t think for one second that I’m one of them.
Only one important thing has happened in the last three days, and that is that nothing has happened.
Oooh, I see two men; brothers! Not in blood but in bond!
Out of my last 53 cases 49 have been given full credit to the police and the rest to me.
Results without causes are much more impressive.
Right, but, inevitably, one will begin to suit facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts!
She can sit on your back, and paddle you up attempts!
She’s the only advisery who’s out smarted you, twice! Made a proper idiot out of you!
Sherlock: How would you describe me John, resourceful, dynamic, enigmatic?
Sherlock: I need a case!
John: You just solved one by harpooning a dead pig apparently.
Sherlock: Oh that was this morning.
Sherlock: Of course he’s not the boy’s father! Look at the turn-ups on his jeans!
John: I knew it was a bad idea getting you into crap telly
Sherlock: Oh John I envy you so much.
John: You envy me?
Sherlock: Your mind; so placid, straight-forward, barely used.
Sherlock: People have died.
Moriarty: That’s what people DO!