Phantom of the Opera Book Quote RP Meme
part one-book by Gaston Leroux- feel free to edit quotes or change pronouns for rp purposes- inspired by @composer-of-the-night @seraphicsoprano
“All I wanted was to be loved for myself."
you have no right to control them, and I will beg you to desist henceforth.”
she was very beautiful and he was shy and he dared not confess his love, even to himself.”
“My lies were as hideous as the monster that had inspired them”
“No, no, you have driven me mad! When I think
that I had only one object in life: to give my name to an opera wench!”
“A ghost who bleeds is less dangerous!”
“Come for a walk, dear. The air will do you good."
“Everything that concerns you interests me greatly, as you will perhaps one day come to appreciate.”
“How can you talk like that? When I sing only for you!”
“An author really ought to have nothing but flowers in the room where he works.”
“He had a heart that could have held the empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar.”
“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.”
“There is also something of the arrogant vain youth in him; [...] he loves nothing more than to reveal the truly prodigious ingenuity of his mind.”
“You clearly love him! Your fears, your terror, all of that is still born of love, and love of that most exquisite kind, the kind that one does not admit even to oneself. The kind that gives you a thrill when you think of it.”
“There is a terrible mystery around us...a mystery much more to be feared than any number of ghosts or genii!”
“Yes—it must be the ghost!”
“As long as you thought me handsome, you could have come back, I know you would have come back.”
“I'm sick and tired of having a forest and a torture chamber in my house... I want to have a nice quiet flat with ordinary doors and windows and a wife inside it, like anybody else!”
“He asked only to be ‘someone,’ like everybody else.”
“His manner, his words - everything about him told me to trust him.”
“He asked only to be ‘someone,’ like everybody else.”
“one after the other, there came a series of incidents so curious and so inexplicable that the very shrewdest people began to feel uneasy.
You must work at it as seldom as you can,’
"The man must be either a villain, or the girl a fool: is that it?”
“Our lives are one masked ball.”
I saved your life! Remember? You were sentenced to death! But for me you would be dead by now. ”
“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.”
"she is lost. But I shall save her."
“May one ask at least to what darkness you are returning?… For what hell are you leaving, mysterious lady…or for what paradise?”
“Music has the power to make one forget everything save those sounds that touch your heart.”
“There are times where excessive innocence seems so monstrous that it becomes hateful.”
“I am the little boy who went into the sea to rescue your scarf”
“It’s the ghost!”
I don't lock myself up in my dressing-room with men's voices.”
“There is some music that is so terrible that it consumes all those who approach it.”
“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”
“If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug,"
“If I am the phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so. If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me.”
He is not truly dead. He lives on within the souls of those who choose to listen to the music of the night.”
“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 wall is a looking-glass!”
“No, he is not a ghost; he is a man of Heaven and earth, that is all.”
“He loved her so much that it almost took his breath away.”
The grasshopper, be careful of the grass hopper! A grasshopper does not only turn: it hops! It hops! And it hops jolly high!
“Everyone dies. I just choose the time and place for some of them!”
“I am not really wicked. Love me, and you will see!”
“when a man adopts such romantic methods to entice a young girl's affections. .."
“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!”
“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.”
“Tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead."
“I give you five minutes to spare your blushes.”
“But do you love me? If hewere good-looking, would you love me?”
“She's singing to-night to bring the chandelier down!”
we will go from here together or die together. “
Your soul is a beautiful thing, child. No emperor received so fair a gift. The angels wept to-night.”
“Destiny has chained you to me forever!”
“He laid at my feet his immense, tragic love.”
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!"
“Holy angel, in Heaven blessed,
My spirit longs with thee to rest”
He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.”
That night, we did not exchange another word. He sang me to sleep.”
“Blood!...Blood!... That's a good thing! A ghost who bleeds is less dangerous!”
“He looked up in despair at the starry sky, he struck his burning chest with his fist; he loved and he was not loved!”
"He would commit murder for me.”
“why do you condemn a man whom you have never met, whom no one knows and about whom even you yourself know nothing?”
Yes, alive... I kissed her alive.... And she looked as beautiful as if she had been dead!”
“You will be the happiest of women. And we will sing, all by ourselves, till we swoon away with delight. “
You want to see? See! Feast your eyes, glut your soul on my cursed ugliness! “
I kissed her alive...and she looked as beautiful as if she had been dead. “
“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.”
We cried together! I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer.”
“Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!”
“When a woman has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me. She loves me forever.”
“We recognize the touch of the Opera ghost.”
“Oh, my betrothed of a day, if I did not love you, I would not give
you my lips! Take them, for the first time and the last.”
Surely we must pity the Opera ghost!”
What had become of that wonderful, mysterious artist of whom the world was never, never to hear again?...”
Shall we pity him? Shall we curse him?”
“Nobody could see the ghost in his box, but everybody could hear him.”
“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.”
“Are people so unhappy when they love?"
“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.”
“I moved closer to him, attracted, fascinated: in the midst of such passion, death itself became appealing...”
Sometimes, the Angel comes much later, because the children are naughty and won't learn their lessons or practice their scales. And sometimes, he does not come at all, because the children have a wicked heart or a bad conscience.”
“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.”
“Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was as golden as the sun's rays, and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes. She wheedled her mother, was kind to her doll, took great care of her frock and her red shoes and her fiddle, but loved most of all, when she went to sleep, to hear the Angel of Music.”
“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.”
“Why do you condemn a man who you have never seen, whom no one knows about and whom you yourself know nothing?”
“But you would have lots of fun with me. For instance, I am the the greatest ventriloquist that ever lived, I am the first ventriloquist in the world!”
"forget THE MAN'S VOICE and do not even remember its name... You must never try to fathom the mystery of THE MAN'S VOICE.”
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Writers vent re: assumptions (Please COMMENT if you like, but do not reblog)
Note: Names are changed to protect the people involved. * indicates a changed name. Post is long and will be below the cut. TW for mentions of violence, SA and other issues.
I have a dear friend, Mandy*, who is an aspiring author. I've posted about her before, giving her varying ages because I was never sure until recently how old she actually was.
Mandy will be turning 30 this year. She is a mixed (half white, half-Afro Latin@), supposedly Orthodox Jewish woman living in California with her mom, brother and grandmother. When she was around twelve years old, Mandy began writing a fanfiction with a friend centered around her obsession with the musical Phantom of the Opera.
By the time I met her in 2019, she claimed had been working on turning the fanfiction into an original novel for close to 10 years. The problem is that Mandy believes that she can get by without researching things for her novel because she has friends she can ask.
Initially, Mandy's main character was a mirror of herself, a young Jewish woman who was sexually assaulted as a teen by a peer in the LDS community who she believed she was in love with at the time. Her character's father, according to her, is an Iranian pagan "gypsy" who changes after falling in love with a Russian prostitute. She was so connected to the POTO idea that the MC's parents were originally named Erik and Kiersten MacNamara. She's included characters for all of her close friends, including me (without my initial consent), her gay best friend Nick*, our other friend Nicole* and her Muslim friend Maha*. The story also includes violent mob activities, rape and sexual assault, murder, etc,
Unfortunately, Mandy believes that just talking to people who fit her characters' backgrounds is enough "research" to properly write the characters. For example, Erik raises his sons to believe that their wives should (in Erik's words) "work only to amuse themselves", because Mandy has heard from "several Muslim male friends" that this is a common school of thought for all men of Iranian descent. [Ironically, Erik shows no indication of being Muslim--he's closer to straight up pagan in the beginning of his book-- and later converts to Roman Catholicism, changing his last name to blend in and become only slightly more Americanized.]
The book is a dark romance, although it does heavily focus on the family dynamics and legacy, as she plans to make it a series where each of the children gets their own book about their journey with their lover.
Mandy has asked my opinion several times throughout, and I've told her consistently that she needs to do more research, or she will be ridiculed. Nick, Nicole and Maha all love what she's doing, and I seem to be the only one who realizes Mandy is treading on thin ice with the concept as it is. She's admitted to me in the past that parts of the work are "autobiographical" and has fluctuated wildly from "people are going to want to kill me for the content" to "no one will care."
Mandy is also epileptic and has mental health issues including depression and Reactive Attachment Disorder, for which she is in therapy]. I've seen the amount of work she puts into these books affect her health to the point of sending her into depressive spirals if she stops working, because she trauma dumps onto her characters rather than feel her emotions herself. It's gotten to the point that she wants me to roleplay as the characters with her, and she has developed unique voices for all of them--literally. It feels like I am talking to a person with either multiple personalities or dissociative identity disorder, and she can and does switch into character at random.
Unfortunately, I've also been told by Nicole, who is a nursing assistant and phlebotomist, that I'm "making things worse" when I tell Mandy she needs to drop the work, even though she will admit I may be right. What Nicole doesn't know is, Mandy spends 2-4 hours at a time Skyping with me role-playing her characters--and won't listen if I try to refuse. It's gotten so bad that some days I have to appear offline just to have room to breathe.
Nicole and I both are also at a disadvantage because we only know Mandy online-- she grew up with Nick and Maha, neither of whom see what we see.
I've tried distancing myself but it's not working. Any thoughts or advice are appreciated.
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