Opera Quotes

A mask you ask? Optional I find!Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind.

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

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?

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.

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.

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.

None of us can choose where we shall love...

Opera is when a guy gets stabbed in the back and, instead of bleeding, he sings.

Never ask a question if you don’t know the answer.— Rhett

As a rule of thumb, it was always safer if the Commander-in-Chief formulated a risky plan.

Erik, Erik! I saved your life! Remember? You were scentenced to death! But for me you would be dead by now.

I have no particular plan in life - and that's something I rather like. Most things that people do seem to me to be rather dull and silly. In my ideal life I'd be left alone to read

Don't go getting offended my friend, I have much worse things to say to you.-Ad'Dam, Journey from Atremes

You are born an artist or you are not. And you stay an artist, dear, even if your voice is less of a fireworks. The artist is always there.

To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

Opera lovers may be the narrowest people in the world.

If you would dance, my pretty Count, I'll play the tune on my little guitar..

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

Sometimes we need to step away from our current reality in order to truly appreciate it.

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?

Poetry, Shakespeare and opera, are like mumps and should be caught when young. In the unhappy event that there is a postponement to mature years, the results may be devastating.

Some things are not supposed to be forgotten

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!

For the love of God, unless you’re prepping for Rigoletto at the Met, go easy on the eyeliner.

If you're in the middle of a monumental and devastating life crisis, hang in there. It'll be over in about an hour. Two hours, tops.

You can't have a decent party for the survivors of a deadly blast without inviting the person who detonated the explosion.

She was born of space. And starlight. But she bled wrath. And vengeance.."[From Current Work In Progress]

May they run free forever and grow back their limbs!

It's only crazy if we fail.

The only thing altruism will get you here is a boot stomping on your head.

Narrow, angular features, pouty lips and hatred-filled pale, washed-out blue irises glared back at him.Caleb flashed the young man a malevolent smirk and readied his blade. “Jude Winslow, I presume.

What emerged from the portal was not the feared armada. Instead, it was a single ship. A familiar ship. I felt a quickening in my atoms.Clever, dangerous girl. I have been expecting you.

God, she was beautiful. Hair a tangled mess, clothes torn, lips pale and swollen, skin streaked in dirt. And she was so damn beautiful and flawed and perfect.

He steadied himself by resting one palm on her thigh and the other on the armrest, and rose to his knees. “I’ll be damned.”“Possibly. But not today, I think.

If humanity is annihilated because we were too busy squabbling with one another to manage a proper stand, we probably deserve the annihilation.

You’re covered in blood again.”“I really am.” “Why are you always covered in blood when I wake up after being unconscious?” “Usually for the same reason you were unconscious, I think.

She burst into her hotel room pulling her blouse over her head with one hand while she yanked her shoes off with the other. No way was she going to face an alien invasion in heels and silk.

Good luck with the aliens, and if we survive this feel free to look me up on your next vacation.”“Good luck with the aliens? You are such a prick.

You’re insane.”“It’ll work.”“Which does not alter the fact that you are insane.

As soon as he had departed she directed her attention to the others.“I need a shielded containment box, radiation gloves and a micro welding torch. And a crescent wrench.

Her weight settled on her back foot as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him, now legitimately baffled.“How delusional are you, aliens in your head notwithstanding?

Do you love me?” His voice rang flat in his own ears, deadened and weighted with the recognition there was only one chance, and a fool’s chance at that