Quotes About Intrigue

Oog aim vack

Pause friend, be smelled and enter!...

he would get all intro on me, turn down the community access on his äppärät so that I wouldn't know where the fuck his mind was, and

the girl with the tip-tilted nose, the forget-me-not eyes, the rose red cheeks and the lily-white neck and shoulders who gave the explanation in a trembling voice: "It's the ghost!

Hullo… the wall is a looking-glass!

We recognize the touch of the Opera ghost.

I moved closer to him, attracted, fascinated: in the midst of such passion, death itself became appealing...

For several months, there had been nothing discussed at the Opera but this ghost in dress-clothes who stalked about the building, from top to bottom

There is a terrible mystery around us...a mystery much more to be feared than any number of ghosts or genii!

When I opened my eyes, we were still surrounded by darkness. A lantern, standing on the ground, showed a bubbling well. The water splashing from the well disappeared, almost at once, under the floor on which I was lying, with my head on the knee of the man in the black cloak and the black mask. He was bathing my temples and his hands smelt of death. I tried to push them away and asked, 'Who are you? Where is the voice?' His only answer was a sigh.

And, despite the care which she took to look behind her at every moment, she failed to see a shadow which followed her like her own shadow, which stopped when she stopped, which started again when she did and which made no more noise than a well-conducted shadow should. As for Raoul, he saw nothing either; for, when he had Christine in front of him, nothing interested him that happened behind. Chapter

of a gentleman in dress-clothes, who had suddenly stood before them in the passage, without their knowing where he came from. He seemed to have come straight through

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.

THE OPERA GHOST REALLY EXISTED.

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

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

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.

Gaston Leroux

There was an appalling silence between the three of them: the two who spoke and the shadow that listened, behind them.

It's how I figured out what you're actually facing.  But before I prove I'm actually useful here, why don't you tell me why the man who used it has to die?

Some are haunted by ghosts. I am haunted by stories.

Each picture in the room beyond contained a book. Sometimes they were many, or prominent; some I had to study for some time before I saw the corner of a binding thrusting from the pocket of a woman's skirt or realized that some strangely wrought spool held words spun like thread.

So far I've only read a page but I like that page a lot.

There are no secrets better kept than the secrets that everybody guesses.