Claude Frollo Quotes

I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the ideal image of you which had remained with me and perhaps shatter my dream with the aid of reality. -Claude Frollo

When a man does wrong, he should do all the wrong he can; it is madness to stop half-way in crime!

A fall from such a height is rarely straight downwards.

if she had not been a gypsy, and if he had not been a priest

I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the ideal image of you which had remained with me and perhaps shatter my dream with the aid of reality.

It would have been difficult to say what was the nature of this look, and whence proceeded the flame that flashed from it. It was a fixed gaze, which was, nevertheless, full of trouble and tumult. And, from the profound immobility of his whole body, barely agitated at intervals by an involuntary shiver, as a tree is moved by the wind; from the stiffness of his elbows, more marble than the balustrade on which they leaned; or the sight of the petrified smile which contracted his face,— one would have said that nothing living was left about Claude Frollo except his eyes.

In 1482, Quasimodo was about twenty years of age; Claude Frollo, about thirty-six. One had grown up, the other had grown old.

As Claude Frollo had passed through nearly the entire circle of human learning—positive, exterior, and permissible—since his youth, he was obliged, unless he came to a halt, ubi defuit orbis, to proceed further and seek other aliments for the insatiable activity of his intelligence. The antique symbol of the serpent biting its tail is, above all, applicable to science.

Quasimodo allora alzò nuovamente lo sguardo sull’egiziana di cui vedeva il corpo, appeso alla forca, fremere da lontano sotto l’abito bianco negli ultimi spasimi dell’agonia, poi li abbassò sull’arcidiacono disteso ai piedi della torre senza più forma umana, e disse con un singhiozzo dal profondo del petto: «Oh! Tutto ciò ce ho amato!»" -Notre-Dame de Paris, V. Hugo

This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs.

Non sapeva, lui che apriva il suo cuore all’aria aperta, che non rispettava altra legge al mondo se non la buona legge di natura, lui che lasciava scorrere le proprie passioni per i loro pendii, e in cui il lago delle grandi emozioni era sempre a secco, poiché vi apriva egli ogni mattina larghi e nuovi canali, non sapeva con quale furia questo mare di passioni umane fermenta e ribolle quando sia impedito a qualunque uscita, come si ammassa, come si gonfia, come deborda, come scava il cuore, come scoppia in singhiozzi interni e in sorde convulsioni fino a che non abbia rotto le dighe e aperto una crepa nel suo letto. L'involucro austero e glaciale di Claude Frollo, la sua fredda superficie di virtù impervia e inaccessibile aveva sempre ingannato Jehan. L'allegro scolaro non aveva mai pensato a quanta lava bollente, furiosa e profonda fosse sotto la fronte innevata dell'Etna.