Phantom Of The Opera Quotes
Phantom Of The Opera Quote of the day
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!
True beauty lies not upon gilded veneers, But found in the soul within.
No more can this Angel teach her, Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake ...
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!
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?
Erik, Erik! I saved your life! Remember? You were scentenced to death! But for me you would be dead by now.
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.
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.
How do you hate someone who pulled you from the brink of death, not once, but twice?
Guard your throats and hide your eyes. He’s not dead, you fools. Legends never die.
Pity that child who was born near Rouen, His only crime, to arrive deformed.
Now Leroux, what think youOf this twist to the story?
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?
The Scorpion?The Grasshopper?Which way will she go?
Yet, beauty cannot be forgotten, Eternal Wisdom can never die ...
He offered his love ... she could not bother, She gives her love to the other! The other!
If on thoughts of death we are fed, Thus, a coffin, became my bed.
A mask you ask? Optional I find!Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind.
I beg you, help me, in angelic charity, Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!
Monsieur, you must be mad!Box Five can never be hadFor money, love or the world ...
Music helps to forgetThis forsaken tomb, That is my abodeCellars downFar belowUnder the ground, ...
Have they known scorn like youFive cellars down?
Stay away from the underground lake I implore, The Siren will see you are heard of no more.