Quotes from Gaston Leroux

Uno se acostumbra a todo cuando se quiere… cuando se tiene buena voluntad…

I will play you Mozart, if you like, which will only make you weep; but my Don Juan, Christine, burns; and yet he is not struck by fire from heaven.

Sorelli was very superstitious. She shuddered when she heard little Jammes speak of the ghost, called her a "silly little fool" and then, as she was the first to believe in ghosts in general, and the Opera ghost in particular, at once asked for details: "Have you seen him?" "As plainly as I see you now!" said little Jammes

They took the train one day from the northern railway-station of the world... Possibly, I too shall take the train at that station, one day, and go and seek around thy lakes, O Norway, O silent Scandinavia, for the perhaps still living traces of Raoul and Christine and also of Mamma Valerius, who disappeared at the same time!... Possibly, some day, I shall hear the lonely mountains of the north echo the singing of her who knew the Angel of Music!

Then he thought himself absurd, got into bed again and blew out the candle. The eyes reappeared.

Il ne m'a manqué que d'être aimé pour être bon!

Had any one met with a fall, or suffered a practical joke at the hands of one of the other girls, or lost a powderpuff, it was at once the fault of the ghost, of the Opera ghost.

Comtesse de Chagny, nee de Moerogis de La Martyniere

Ti nejnevinnÄ›jÅ¡í, zasko?ení ve svém pokojném srdci, náhle blednou nebo se ?ervenají pod ranou, jež je zasáhne, napÃ…â"¢imují se nebo se hroutí, protestují nebo ml?í, když mají mluvit, nebo mlubí, když mají ml?et, nebo z?stávají klidní, když se mají potit, nebo se potí, když nemají - a vypadají pak najednou jako viníci.

Hay momentos en los que la excesiva inocencia parece tan monstruosa que se vuelve odiosa

Si hay cosas de las que uno no se jacta, hay otras por las que se sufre demasiada humillación al ser compadecido

To his great astonishment, the door opened and Christine Daae appeared, wrapped in furs, with her face hidden in a lace veil, alone. She closed the door behind her, but Raoul observed that she did not lock it.

The Persian: You know what you promised me, Erik: no more murders! Erik: Have I really committed murders, he asked, taking on an amiable expression.

They had felt his breath . . . Yes, the ghost was there, around them, behind them, beside them. They sensed him without seeing him. They heard him breathing - so close to them, so close!

They both had the same calm and dreamy little cast of mind. They delighted in stories, in old Breton legends, and their favorite sport was to go and ask for them at the cottage-doors, like beggars: Ma'am... or, Kind gentleman... have you a little story to tell us, please? And it seldom happened that they did not have one given them; for nearly every old Breton grandame has, at least once in her life, seen the korrigans dance by moonlight on the heather.

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

Reputations are easily obtained.

She is wearing the ring again tonight; and you did not give it to her. She gave her soul again tonight and did not give it to you.

Christine: 'Are people unhappy when they're in love?' Raoul: 'Yes, when they're in love and aren't sure of being loved.' Christine: 'Are you saying that for Erik?' Raoul: 'For Erik and for myself.

Up with you!... No!... No, I will go up myself, dear! Oh, very well, I will go up. Let me go! Oh, my darling, my darling!... How sweet of you!... How nice of you to save me the exertion at my age!

So you were listening at the door?' 'Yes, because I love you.

Reputations are often undeserved,' said Moncharmin. 'I have the reputation of knowing all about music, but I don't the difference between the treble clef and the bass clef.' 'Don't worry, you've never had that reputation,' Richard assured him.

Then why waste your time here with me? You clearly love him! Your fears, your terror, all of that is still born of love, and the love of the most exquisite kind, the kind one does not even admit to oneself

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