#phantom

She notices the unyielding ruthlessness of the storm; the crashing waves, the bitter sky kissing the water on the horizon, the keening laments of the sharp, cutting wind, and the relentless liquid deliverance of its somber showers. She’ll never forgive the audacity of the storm’s neglect. ↗

— Laura Kreitzer

#phantom-universe #summer-chronicles #forgiveness

Our fathers had their dreams; we have ours; the generation that follows will have its own. Without dreams and phantoms man cannot exist. ↗

— Olive Schreiner

#cannot #dreams #exist #fathers #follows

None of us can choose where we shall love... ↗

— Susan Kay

#love #opera #passion #phantom #sympathy

It's better to die in pursuit of your dreams than to live a life without hope. ↗

— Terry Brooks

#phantom-menace #pursuit #science-fiction #star-wars #dreams

The superhero, his underwear bagging at the seat and knees, is just a country boy at heart, tutored to perceive all human action as good or bad, orderly or dynamic, and so doesn't know whether to shit or fly. ↗

— Robert Coover

#movies

She wanted an Angel of Music . . . an angel who would make her believe in herself at last. I'd been the Angel of Doom for the khanum. There was no reason in the world why I could not be the Angel of Music for Christine. I couldn't hope to be a man to her, I couldn't ever be a real, breathing, living man waking at her side and reaching out for her . . . But I could be her angel' -Erik ↗

— Susan Kay

#erik #phantom #susan-kay #music

The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows. ↗

— Gaston Bachelard

#belong #body #does #inn #morning

Anarchism is the great liberator of man from the phantoms that have held him captive; it is the arbiter and pacifier of the two forces for individual and social harmony. ↗

— Emma Goldman

#arbiter #captive #forces #great #harmony

There are men who would quickly love each other if once they were speak to each other; for when they spoke they would discover that their souls had only separated by phantoms and delusions. ↗

— Ernest Hello

#discover #each #had #love #men

He fills me with horror and I do not hate him. How can I hate him, Raoul? Think of Erik at my feet, in the house on the lake, underground. He accuses himself, he curses himself, he implores my forgiveness!...He confesses his cheat. He loves me! He lays at my feet an immense and tragic love. ... He has carried me off for love!...He has imprisoned me with him, underground, for love!...But he respects me: he crawls, he moans, he weeps!...And, when I stood up, Raoul, and told him that I could only despise him if he did not, then and there, give me my liberty...he offered it...he offered to show me the mysterious road...Only...only he rose too...and I was made to remember that, though he was not an angel, nor a ghost, nor a genius, he remained the voice...for he sang. And I listened ... and stayed!...That night, we did not exchange another word. He sang me to sleep. ↗

— Gaston Leroux

#ghost #horror #phantom #forgiveness