A Quote by Gaston Leroux

Persons visited by the angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind — © Gaston Leroux
Persons visited by the angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind
The unknown ... became for our primitive forefathers a terrible and omnipotent source of boons and calamities visited upon mankind for cryptic and wholly extra-terrestrial reasons, and thus clearly belonging to spheres of existence whereof we know nothing and wherein we have no part.
My voice has a quiver/ A quiver is where you keep arrows until you shoot them.
An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away.
Oh my God, Kennedy Airport - what a mess - all over you with those dopey security questions. 'Did you receive any gifts from any unknown persons?' Buddy, the last thing I got from an unknown person was in the 80's.
One man is more concerned with the impression he makes on the rest of mankind, another with the impression the rest of mankind makes on him.
But I like my madness. There is a thrill in it unknown to such sanity as yours. ~ Book 1, Chapter 9.
My only wish isto transform friends of God into friends of man, believers into thinkers, devotees of prayer into devotees of work, candidates for the hereafter into students of the world, Christians who, by their own procession and admission, are half animal, half angel into persons, into whole persons.
Who am I? The sum of your dreams, the thrill you refuse to grasp, the unknown you fear.
It's fear of the unknown. The unknown is what it is. And to be frightened of it is what sends everybody scurrying around chasing dreams, illusions, wars, peace, love, hate, all that-it's all illusion. Unknown is what it is. Accept that it's unknown and it's plain sailing. Everything is unknown-then you're ahead of the game. That's what it is. Right?
I do not find the concept of consorting with unknown persons appealing.
She who makes her husband and her children happy, who reclaims the one from vice, and trains up the other to virtue, is a much greater character than the ladies described in romance, whose whole occupation is to murder mankind with shafts from their quiver or their eyes.
Mothers see the angel in us because the angel is there. If it's shown to the mother, the son has got an angel to show, hasn't he? When a son cuts somebody's throat the mother only sees it's possible for a misguided angel to act like a devil - and she's entirely right about that!
I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.
Attack each day with an enthusiasm unknown to mankind.
Angel exists; and I believe in angels but I'm not an angel; no one can be an angel; just we can be straight.
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
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