#phantom

Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. ↗

— Carl Sandburg

#go #go away #how #made #phantom

I hop onto the stage and joke-sing: 'The Phaaaanntom of the Opera is there, innnnnside your mind.' I attack the curtain with a flourish and sing on, 'Innnnside your mind. ↗

— Anne Eliot

#gray #humor #phantom-of-the-opera #humor

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

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

Scare answers to scare, and force begets force, until at length it comes to be seen that we are racing one against another after a phantom security which continually vanishes as we approach. ↗

— Henry Campbell-Bannerman

#against #another #answers #approach #begets

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

It is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#far #more #murder #phantom #reality

When the nurse leaves, Doctor Rose mouths, “Act like you’re in pain.” Then she mimics a painful expression in case Summer doesn’t understand. On the contrary, Summer’s an expert at interpreting body language and reading lips. It’s all thanks to her observant nature while enslaved on the Cosmos. Who else could tell that Peter’s discomfort is due to him wearing the same pair of underwear for a week straight? Ah, yes, she always knew when day six and seven approached. She watched the crew member with much amusement as he waddled, pulled wedgies, and scratched his bum relentlessly. Not that anyone else cared to know that little nugget of information. ↗

— Laura Kreitzer

#forsaken-harbor #humor #laura-kreitzer #phantom-universe #science-fiction

When you trust and you lose— it is because you were wrong to trust and what you believed was merely a phantom. But when you doubt and you lose— it is because in your wanting so much not to be wrong, you lost something that was entirely beautiful for you. More is lost, in the end, by those who doubt. I would rather lose the phantom. ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#phantoms #the-truth-about-trust #the-truth-will-set-you-free #trust #why-doubt-hurts