Opera Ghost Quotes & Sayings

Yet, beauty cannot be forgotten,
Eternal Wisdom can never die ... — E.A. Bucchianeri

Stay away from the underground lake I implore,
The Siren will see you are heard of no more. — E.A. Bucchianeri

Now Leroux, what think you
Of this twist to the story? — E.A. Bucchianeri

He offered his love ... she could not bother,
She gives her love to the other! The other! — E.A. Bucchianeri

Have they known scorn like you
Five cellars down? — E.A. Bucchianeri

Music helps to forget
This forsaken tomb,
That is my abode
Cellars down
Far below
Under the ground, ... — E.A. Bucchianeri

He's mine. I love him, and you can't have him, Christine. You can't have them both. — Sadie Montgomery

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 entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar. Ah, yes, we must need pity the Opera ghost ... — Gaston Leroux

A ghost who, on the same evening, carries off an opera-singer and steals twenty-thousand francs is a ghost who must have his hands very full! — Gaston Leroux

Meg reached out to Erik before he could turn away. "Are you...?" He didn't let her finish. Instead he reached inside the carriage and placed his hand tenderly behind her neck drawing her to his face. He placed hi lips softly, yet passionately on her. Hardly had he withdrawn from hers then he whispered, "Forgive me, Meg. Forgive me for wanting...?" "Ssshhh. You're here. I'm here." She raised her handkerchief and wiped the lone tear that had escaped his mask. — Sadie Montgomery

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a
creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the
managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the
young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the
cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and
blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom;
that is to say, of a spectral shade. — Gaston Leroux

If on thoughts of death we are fed,
Thus, a coffin, became my bed. — E.A. Bucchianeri

Sublime wonders lie in store,
I am shown a regal residence;
a mighty kingdom, an empire
with more grandeur than before ... — E.A. Bucchianeri

A mask you ask? Optional I find!
Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind. — E.A. Bucchianeri

THE OPERA GHOST REALLY EXISTED. — Gaston Leroux

No, of course not ... Why, you love him! Your fear, your terror, all of that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves. The kind that gives you a thrill, when you think of it ... Picture it: a man who lives in a palace underground! - Raoul — Gaston Leroux

I beg you, help me, in angelic charity,
Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery! — E.A. Bucchianeri

Pity that child who was born near Rouen,
His only crime, to arrive deformed. — E.A. Bucchianeri

We recognize the touch of the Opera ghost. — Gaston Leroux

To leave a whisper of myself in the world, my ghost, a magna opera of words. — Bernardine Evaristo

Meg and I dreamed ... a foolish dream that we might flee to Italy, buy a small villa in the country. I would be an eccentric recluse, and she wouldnpreform on the stage. We might yet have made a life... — Sadie Montgomery

He'd walked as a ghost in the gloomy bowels of this opera house for so long, darkness had become his brother, which was fitting, since his father was the night, and sunlight their forgotten friend. — A.G. Howard

True beauty lies not upon gilded veneers,
But found in the soul within. — E.A. Bucchianeri

The Scorpion?
The Grasshopper?
Which way will she go? — E.A. Bucchianeri

If Erik existed and lived life in despair,
We wish him to know we are here and we care. — E.A. Bucchianeri

No more can this Angel teach her,
Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake ... — E.A. Bucchianeri

Has father from Heaven
Sent the Angel to me? — E.A. Bucchianeri

Monsieur, you must be mad!
Box Five can never be had
For money, love or the world ... — E.A. Bucchianeri

Ahahahahaha! Ahahahaha! Aahahaha!
BEWARE!!!!!
Yrs Sincerely,
The Opera Ghost — Terry Pratchett

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, — Gaston Leroux