Top 90 Gaston Leroux Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “Why do you condemn a man you’ve never seen, a man no one knows, a man you know nothing about?”

— Gaston Leroux

52. “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

53. “Yes, he was found hanging in the third-floor cellar!” “It’s the ghost!” little Giry blurted, as though in spite of herself; but she at once corrected herself, with her hands pressed to her mouth: “No, no! – I didn’t say it! – I didn’t say it! – – ” All around her, her panic-stricken companions repeated under their breaths: “Yes – it must be the ghost!” Sorelli was very pale.”

— Gaston Leroux

54. “The shadow had followed behind them, clinging to their steps; and the two children little suspected its presence when they at last sat down, trustingly, under the mighty protection of Apollo, who, with a great bronze gesture, lifted his huge lyre to the heart of a crimson sky.”

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55. “He asked only to be ‘someone,’ like everybody else.”

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

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57. “Tonight I gave you my soul and I am dead.”

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58. “M. Richard bowed... to nobody; bent his back... before nobody; and walked backward... before nobody... And, a few steps behind him, M. Moncharmin did the same thing.”

— Gaston Leroux

59. “There is some music that is so terrible that it consumes all those who approach it.”

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60. “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. When.”

— Gaston Leroux

61. “I am dying of love. That is how it is... I loved her so! And I love her still... and am dying of love for her. – I kissed her alive... and she looked as beautiful as if she had been dead.”

— Gaston Leroux

62. “While there are things about which one does not boast, there are others for which to be pitied would be all too humiliating.”

— Gaston Leroux

63. “Love me and you’ll see! To be good, all I ever needed was to be loved. If you loved me, I’d be gentle as a lamb and you could do whatever you pleased with me.”

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64. “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.”

— Gaston Leroux

65. “Tonight she’s still wearing the gold ring, and you’re not the one who gave it to her. Tonight she gave her soul again, but not to you.”

— Gaston Leroux

66. “Raoul, you shall not pass!”

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67. “Madame, you will have the goodness to tell me where that genius lives.” The old lady did not seem surprised at this indiscreet command. She raised her eyes and said: “In Heaven!” Such simplicity baffled him.”

— Gaston Leroux

68. “No one ever sees the angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him.”

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69. “En la vida hay que acostumbrarse a todo, incluso a la eternidad.”

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70. “Raoul suffered, for she was very beautiful and he was shy and he dared not confess his love, even to himself.”

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71. “If you loved me I should be as gentle as a lamb; and you could do anything with me that you pleased.”

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72. “Un silencio espantoso sucede a todos los ruidos.”

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73. “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.”

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74. “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?”

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75. “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. If you loved me I should be as gentle as a lamb; and you could do anything with me that you pleased.” Soon.”

— Gaston Leroux

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

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77. “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

78. “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 – –.”

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79. “Know that it is a corpse who loves you, worships you, and will never, never, leave you.”

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80. “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!”

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

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82. “He satisfied my curiosity, for Erik, who is a real monster – I have seen him at work in Persia, alas – is also, in certain respects, a regular child, vain and self-conceited, and there is nothing he loves so much, ater astonishing people, as to prove all the really miraculous ingenuity of his mind.”

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83. “Thereupon we all four left the office. Richard and I had ’never laughed so much in our lives.”

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84. “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.”

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85. “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.”

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86. “I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer!”

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87. “We have started!” said the examining magistrate, surprised at seeing us still in the carriage. “Yes, Monsieur, – truth has started,” said Rouletabile, smiling amiably, –.”

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88. “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.”

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89. “Hay momentos en los que la excesiva inocencia parece tan monstruosa que se vuelve odiosa.”

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90. “Until then, in the depth of those eyes, all I had seen was the promise of death; it was the first time I saw the promise of life.”

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91. “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.”

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92. “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.”

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

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94. “The Phantom: ‘You know, Christine, I think I have hallucinations.”

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95. “Often he would play his saddest tunes on the beach and pretend that the sea stopped its roaring to listen to them.”

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