Gaston Leroux citations

“Moi, je ne m’exprime jamais comme les autres!… Je ne fais rien comme les autres!… Mais j’en suis bien fatigué!… bien fatigué!…”

“Rien n'était plus froid, rien n'était plus mort que son cœur : il avait aimé un ange et il méprisait une femme.”

“Il n'existe pas d'arts mineurs. Seules existent les noces étranges du conscient et de l'inconscience, la foudre exquise produite par le contact de la sagesse et de ce schizophrène que chacun porte en soi et dont il a généralement honte.
La poésie, c'est le monstre, né de ces noces mystérieuses, de ce mariage brutal entre la surprise et les habitudes. Et peu importe la taille et la force musculaire du monstre.
L'essentiel est qu'il naisse. Je n'en demande pas davantage.”

“Tout ce que vous offrent les sens ne saurait être une preuve…, moi aussi je me suis penché sur "les traces sensibles" mais pour leur demander uniquement d'entrer dans le cercle qu'avait dessiné ma raison. Ah! bien des fois, le cercle fut si étroit, si étroit… Mais si étroit était-il, il était immense "puisqu'il ne contenait que la vérité"!… Oui, oui, je le jure, les traces sensibles n'ont jamais été que mes servantes… Elles n'ont point été mes maitresses… Elles n'ont point fait de moi cette chose monstrueuse, plus terrible qu'un homme sans yeux, un homme qui voit mal! Et voilà pourquoi je triompherai de ton erreur et de ta cogitation animale, ô Frédéric Larsan!”

“Si je suis le fantôme, c'est parce que la haine de l'homme m'a rendu tel. Si je veux être sauvé, c'est que ton amour me rachète.”

“Erik is not truly dead. He lives on within the souls of those who choose to listen to the music of the night.”

“I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her tears… and she did not run away!… and she did not die!… She remained alive, weeping over me, weeping with me. We cried together! I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer.”

“Holy angel, in Heaven blessed,
My spirit longs with thee to rest”

“All I wanted was to be loved for myself." (Erik)”

“He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar.”

“Tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead." - Christine, from Gaston Leroux's: The Phantom of the Opera.”

“You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.”

“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!”

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

“They played at hearts as other children might play at ball; only, as it was really their two hearts that they flung to and fro, they had to be very, very handy to catch them, each time, without hurting them.”

“I am not really wicked. Love me, and you will see!”

“Erik: Are you very tired?
Christine: Oh, tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead.
Erik: Your soul is a beautiful thing, child. No emperor received so fair a gift. The angels wept to-night.”

“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.”

“Blood!… Blood!… That's a good thing! A ghost who bleeds is less dangerous!”

“She's singing to-night to bring the chandelier down!”

“Everyone dies. I just choose the time and place for some of them!”

“You will be the happiest of women. And we will sing, all by ourselves, till we swoon away with delight. You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.”

“But do you love me? If Erik were good-looking, would you love me, Christine?”

“He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.”

“Our lives are one masked ball.”

“When a woman has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me. She loves me forever.”

“why do you condemn a man whom you have never met, whom no one knows and about whom even you yourself know nothing?”

“… 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!”

“Does he love you so much?" "He would commit murder for me.”

“No, he is not a ghost; he is a man of Heaven and earth, that is all.”