The Wood of Suicides Quotes

“I would let myself be taken until I was nothing more than his creation, a poetic body, the divine alternative to womankind.”
― Laura Elizabeth Woollett, The Wood of Suicides

“I want you. There was a time when I may have been able to express the sentiment less crudely, yet it is too late now. I no longer understand how to quiver modestly, how to hide sweet, delicate blushes. Now I am wracked with convulsions, burned by the fires of hell. If I am a virgin, it is only in the most trivial, membranous sense of the word. Please, make my damnation official. I ask only that you rid me of this technicality.”
― Laura Elizabeth Woollett, The Wood of Suicides

“As long as I was tortured by love for him, I wanted him to be just as miserable as I was.”
― Laura Elizabeth Woollett, The Wood of Suicides

“I watch the willows weep and cannot breathe.”
― Laura Elizabeth Woollett, The Wood of Suicides

“I was aware that he couldn’t be trusted; that the classroom behind him was empty and would be empty for some time; that he was only a matter of heartbeats, a tug of my elbow, and a few whispered words away from pulling me into that room with him.”
― Laura Elizabeth Woollett, The Wood of Suicides

“Cynical, self-deprecating, affected, indiscriminate, patronizing, immature, as sloppy intellectually as he was with his desk, fickle, vain, virile, brooding, pedantic, philandering...in short, Byronic, Byronic, Byronic, almost to the point of parody.”
― Laura Elizabeth Woollett, The Wood of Suicides

“...it was like learning to like a new kind of music by listening to the notes that weren't played, finding warmth and relief in the hollows, the vales between the mountains of dissonance.”
― Laura Elizabeth Woollett, The Wood of Suicides

“The fallacy of conception: two halves join and expect to make a whole.”
― Laura Elizabeth Woollett, The Wood of Suicides