Christine Daaé quotes

Father once spoke of an angel, I used to dream he'd appear

Angel I hear you speak, I listen, stay by my side-guide me

The phantom of the opera is here, inside my mind

He's there, the phantom of the opera

I remember there was mist...

But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. In the night there was music in my mind, and through music my soul began, to soar. And I heard as I never heard before.

Yet in his eyes all the sadness of the world, those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore

All I want is freedom a world with no more night

Passing bells and sculpted angels...cold and monumental. Seem for you the wrong companions-you were warm and gentle

Angel of music, I denied you, turning from true beauty!

Twisted every way, what answer can I give? Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live? Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice? Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice? He kills without a thought, he murders all that's good. I know I can't refuse, and yet, I wish I could. Oh god if I agree, what horrors wait for me in this, the Phantom's opera.

No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy, no dreams within her heart but dreams of love

In my mind i have already imagined our bodies entwining, defenceless and silent...

When will the flames at last consume us?

This haunted face, holds no horror for me now. It's in your soul that the true distortion lies.

Farewell my fallen idol and false friend

Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you. You are not alone!

Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is the face in the mask?

Angel, my soul was weak - forgive me. Enter at last, Master.

I gave you my mind blindly...

The tears I might have shed for your dark fate grow cold and turn to tears of hate!

Angel of music, you deceived me...

Your spirit and my voice in one combined

Have you gorged yourself at last, in your lust for blood? Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh?

The Phantom of the Opera will kill and kill again!

My God, who is this man who hunts to kill? I can't escape from him, I never will!

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came.

Those who have seen your face draw back in fear.

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