Quotes from Gaston Leroux

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?

Everybody knows that orthopedic science provides beautiful false noses for people who have lost their noses naturally or as a result of an operation.

Love me and you'll see! To be good, all I ever needed was to be loved. If you loved me, I'd be gentle as a lamb and you could do whatever you pleased with me.

But you would have lots of fun with me. For instance, I am the the greatest ventriloquist that ever lived, I am the first ventriloquist in the world!

He laid at my feet his immense, tragic love.

Oh, my betrothed of a day, if I did not love you, I would not give you my lips! Take them, for the first time and the last.

Nobody could see the ghost in his box, but everybody could hear him.

Why do you condemn a man who you have never seen, whom no one knows about and whom you yourself know nothing?

The man, still kneeling, must have understood the cause of my tears, for he said, 'It is true, Christine! ... I am not an Angel, nor a genius, nor a ghost ... I am Erik!

His horrible, unique, and repulsive ugliness put him beyond the pale of humanity, and it had often been apparent to me that for this reason he no longer felt he had any obligations to the human race.

Destiny has chained you to me forever!

Christine, we will go from here together or die together. ~ Raoul

You see, Christine, there is some music that is so terrible that it consumes all those who approach it.

What tragedies, what passions, what crimes had surrounded the idyll of Raoul and his sweet and charming Christine!... What had become of that wonderful, mysterious artist of whom the world was never, never to hear again?...

I sing only for you! Tonight I gave you my soul, and I'm dead!

May one ask at least to what darkness you are returning?… For what hell are you leaving, mysterious lady…or for what paradise?

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!

If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug, he said, aloud, as he went to bed, she is lost. But I shall save her. He put out his lamp and felt a need to insult Erik in the dark. Thrice over, he shouted: Humbug!...Humbug!...Humbug!

Tonight she's still wearing the gold ring, and you're not the one who gave it to her. Tonight she gave her soul again, but not to you.

None will ever be true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows...

Moi, je ne m'exprime jamais comme les autres !... Je ne fais rien comme les autres!... Mais j'en suis bien fatigué !... bien fatigué !...

Le presbytère n'a rien perdu de son charme, ni le jardin de son éclat.

Possibly, I too shall take the train at that station one day, and go and seek around thy lakes, O Norway, O silent Scandinavia... Possibly, someday, I shall hear the lonely echoes of the North repeat the singing of her who knew the Angel of Music...

We recognize the touch of the Opera ghost.