Quotes about phantom-of-the-opera

I beg you, help me, in angelic charity,Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!

Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!...Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you, Christine, who have torn off my mask and who therefore can never leave me again!...Oh, mad Christine, who wanted to see me!

Is the mask magic?" he demanded with sudden, passionate interest."Yes." I bowed my head, so that our eyes no longer met. "I made it magic to keep you safe. The mask is your friend, Erik. As long as you wear it, no mirror can ever show you the face again."He was silent then and when I showed him the new mask he accepted it without question and put it on hastily with his clumsy, bandaged fingers. But when I stood up to go, he reacted with panic and clutched at my grown."Don't go! Don't leave me he

You must know that I am made of death, from head to foot, and it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music of the night.

The Phantom is not famous for forgiveness.

when a man", continued Raoul,"adopts such romantic methods to entice a young girl's affections. ..""The man must be either a villain, or the girl a fool: is that it?

The passion I feel for you is more than you’re prepared for. - Eric

If on thoughts of death we are fed,Thus, a coffin, became my bed.

Stay away from the underground lake I implore,The Siren will see you are heard of no more.

True beauty lies not upon gilded veneers,But found in the soul within.

He offered his love ... she could not bother,She gives her love to the other! The other!

Yet, beauty cannot be forgotten,Eternal Wisdom can never die ...

The Scorpion?The Grasshopper?Which way will she go?

If Erik existed and lived life in despair,We wish him to know we are here and we care.

Has father from HeavenSent the Angel to me?

Have they known scorn like youFive cellars down?

No more can this Angel teach her,Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake ...

Now Leroux, what think youOf this twist to the story?

Pity that child who was born near Rouen,His only crime, to arrive deformed.

Music helps to forgetThis forsaken tomb,That is my abodeCellars downFar belowUnder the ground, ...

Monsieur, you must be mad!Box Five can never be hadFor money, love or the world ...

You must expect to make enemies.""I never expect to make anything else," he said.

I'm sick and tired of having a forest and a torture chamber in my house... I want to have a nice quiet flat with ordinary doors and windows and a wife inside it, like anybody else!

Look!You want to see? See! Feast your eyes, glut your soul on my cursed ugliness! Look at Erik's face! Now you know the face of the voice! You were not content to hear me, eh? You wanted to know what I looked like? Oh, you women are so inquisitive! Well, are you satisfied? I'm a good-looking fellow, eh?...When a woman has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me.She loves me forever! I am a kind of Don Juan, you know!...Look at me! I am Don Juan Triumphant! -Erik in The Phantom of the Opera

Sublime wonders lie in store,I am shown a regal residence;a mighty kingdom, an empirewith more grandeur than before ...

Guard your throats and hide your eyes. He’s not dead, you fools. Legends never die.

How do you hate someone who pulled you from the brink of death, not once, but twice?

He raised his wine for a toast. “To the Exquisite Nightmare.

I need to know why I’m so broken, so I can fix myself. One way or another. Maybe this place can help me do that, and then I can finally look forward to my future. Because I’m starting to realize there’s something worse than stepping up and facing your fears – and that’s living as if you’re already dead.

He’d walked as a ghost in the gloomy bowels of this opera house for so long, darkness had become his brother, which was fitting, since his father was the night, and sunlight their forgotten friend.

He appears close to my age. The left half of his face stands out beneath the hood: one side of plump lips, one squared angle of a chin. Two coppery-colored eyes look back at me – bright and metallic. The sight makes me do a double take. As far as he is from the car, I shouldn’t be able to make out the color, yet they glimmer in the shadow of his cape, like pennies catching a flashlight’s glare in a deep well.