Quotes from Gaston Leroux

Preguntó el señor Mifroid, mientras limpiaba meticulosamente los cristales de su binóculo, ya que el comisario era míope, como les suele ocurrir a los mejores ojos del mundo.

He accuses himself, he curses himself, he implores my forgiveness!...He confesses his cheat. He loves me! He lays at my feet an immense and tragic love. ... He has carried me off for love!...He has imprisoned me with him, underground, for love!...

That is an undertaking which I have not asked of you and a promise which I refuse to make you! said the young girl haughtily. I am mistress of my own actions, M. de Chagny: you have no right to control them, and I will beg you to desist henceforth. As to what I have done during the last fortnight, there is only one man in the world who has the right to demand an account of me: my husband! Well, I have no husband and I never mean to marry!

Are people so unhappy when they love?' 'Yes, Christine, when they love and are not sure of being loved.

Thereupon we all four left the office. Richard and I had 'never laughed so much in our lives.

We worship beauty, thinking it has innate meaning. Perhaps it is little more than fortunate inheritance and good health. Can we see beyond the shell to the man or woman within?

THE OPERA GHOST REALLY EXISTED.

with an ordinary face, he would have been one of the most distinguished of mankind! He had a heart that could have held the empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar.

Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they cannot touch an instrument or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame.

He fills me with horror and I do not hate him. How can I hate him, Raoul? Think of Erik at my feet, in the house on the lake, underground. He accuses himself, he curses himself, he implores my forgiveness!... He confesses his cheat. He loves me! He lays at my feet an immense and tragic love... He has carried me off for love!... He has imprisoned me with him, underground, for love!... But he respects me: he crawls, he moans, he weeps!

The truth is that no one ever knew how Joseph Buquet met his death. The verdict at the inquest was natural suicide. In

Y, como creía en el enfado de dos enamorados, se alejó encogiéndose de hombros y expresando de forma solapada la piedad que sentía por unos jóvenes que perdían en vanas disputas las horas que el buen Dios les ha permitido pasar en la tierra.

I say, `Woe to them that have a nose, a real nose, and come to look round the torture-chamber! Aha, aha, aha!

Humbug!...Humbug!...Humbug!...

It was the evening on which MM Debienne and Poligny, the managers of the Opera, were giving a farewell gala performance to make their retirement.

Daaé seemed not to recover his strength until the summer, when the whole family went to stay at Perros-Guirec, in a far-away corner of Brittany, where the sea was of the same colour as in his own country. Often he would play his saddest tunes on the beach and pretend that the sea stopped its roaring to listen to them.

Everybody remarked that the retiring managers looked cheerful, as is the Paris way. None will ever be a true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows and one of sadness, boredom or indifference over his inward joy.

The Phantom of the Opera did exist. After all, these are no ordinary bones.

Se presionó el corazón con ambas manos para acallarlo. Pero el corazón no es el hocico de un perro e incluso cuando se sujeta con las dos manos el hocico de un perro -que ladra insoportablemente-, siempre se le oye gruñir.

Poor, unhappy Erik! Shall we pity him? Shall we curse him? He asked only to be some one, like everybody else. But he was too ugly! And he had to hide his genius OR USE IT TO PLAY TRICKS WITH, when, with an ordinary face, he would have been one of the most distinguished of mankind! He had a heart that could have held the empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar. Ah, yes, we must needs pity the Opera ghost. I

Come, children, pull yourselves together! I dare say no one has ever seen the ghost." "Yes, yes, we saw him—we saw him just now!" cried the girls. "He had his death's head and his dress-coat, just as when he appeared to Joseph Buquet!" "And Gabriel saw him too!" said Jammes. "Only yesterday! Yesterday afternoon—in broad day-light——

Un silencio espantoso sucede a todos los ruidos.

Si hay cosas de las que uno no se jacta, hay otras en las que se sufre demasiada humillación cuando se es compadecido.

Se es desgraciado cuando se ama? - Sí, Christine. Cuando se ama y no se sabe si se es correspondido.