#phantom

The Phantom, as well as being backed up by that music, it just so was a role that I identified with so powerfully. From the first second that I walked on to perform. ↗

— Gerard Butler

#being #first #i #identified #just

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

— Susan Kay

#love #opera #passion #phantom #sympathy

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 Hardly had he withdrawn from hers then he whispered, "Forgive me, Meg.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

#meg-giry #opera-ghost #phantom-of-the-opera #forgiveness

The passion I feel for you is more than you’re prepared for. - Eric ↗

— Kailin Gow

#love #paranormal-romance #phantom-of-the-opera #love

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude. Say you want me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go, too. Christine; that's all I ask of you. ↗

— Charles Hart

#phantom-of-ther-opera #phantom-to-christine #love

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

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

The first revolt is against the supreme tyranny of theology, of the phantom of God. As long as we have a master in heaven, we will be slaves on earth. ↗

— Mikhail Bakunin

#earth #first #god #heaven #long

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

I received a grant from The Ford Foundation to write a book for kids about urban perception, or how people experience cities, but I kept putting off writing it. Instead I started to write what became The Phantom Tollbooth. ↗

— Norton Juster

#became #book #cities #experience #ford