Into the Forest and all the Way Through Quotes

“Was your kindness smothered in cruelty?”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“... I want to comb
your hair, your beautiful hair, I
can only imagine it was smooth
as a spider web, but only those
insects know where your face is
now”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“... I want to comb
your hair, your beautiful hair, I
I can only imagine it was smooth
as a spider web, but only those
insects know where your face is
now”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“Your children said you had the intensity of an amusement park, singing and swinging them, making homemade tortillas, and writing them love letters your own father, a private investigator could find almost any brilliant star but he could not spot yours in the dark sky, when you decided not to wait, and instead walk, maybe hitchhiked into a constellation”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“but no one wants to talk about how a serial killer was living nearby, so bye as he died and took so much with him”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“some friends open the doors to our exit”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“what’s sad is the sight of a discarded bicycle rejected, forgotten, a history covered in abuse touched in bath water, lying sweet and rotten like a bruised banana peeled, white tank top, floral print pink tied died short sneakers, light outside speaking to the man in the red or brown car whom you told your brother was the new friend you made”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“there’s anyone who could know how to spin a lie how to weave a web, hide a body, it would be someone who dances with the law”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“A murder so sidetracked, polluted by political aspirations, your destruction used for elevation, reputation tarnished, like dull brass, and for what?”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“It is fleeting, and the night is an origami figure, a contortionist, bending into itself.”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“Shattered dreams handed from detective to detective, confusion split, and your mother’s heart cracked when she flew to town to search for you, painting your face on billboards, begging please find my small town girl, wondering if those who know more have driven past your picture and smiled”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“So many men say they do not know what happened to the now missing women who were once under their care.”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“Gather around the campfire of crimes committed against children, bodies located an hour from home, in a place so remote screams were muffled to those dark stars. It remains a mystery, they say but there is no mystery when someone knows, and others won’t speak, and all that is left of this investigation at one point fit into a slim manila envelope, because detectives of the past did not seek further, did not track down the road of violence for the violated you won’t name suspects. Shame on those that cradle those girl’s cries in their memory. Bookshelves now tell of their suffering”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“Your skin smelled of oranges, bright and warmed by the sun, streaks of luminous hair blemished by earth, tainted by the touch of someone who did not love you.”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“the only thing on her body were silver circlet earrings which were unable to ward away the monster that killed her”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“The necklace that hung around her neck, of a black crystal and a wizard holding a tiger’s eye pendant some of the powers of the stone are believed to be the release of fear and anxiety, and to aid with decisions, discernment and understanding. Perhaps this stone released you of any fear in those last few moments of violation, perhaps this stone can radiate the energy to someone, anyone who can unlock the secret of your last moments you are no longer on the ground, where you were cast off with hate. You have been laid into the earth, and done so with care, the plaque on your pauper’s grave reads: “Jane Doe”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“the memory of a wife who worked when all of us were sleeping, and who disintegrated into the glorious golden morning rays when all of our eyes opened”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“for while she was not a little child she was a child her child, and in the contours of the face of an older woman she could see the full, fat cheeks of her once baby, her forever baby, no matter the age”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“all we have is an empty hole in the space where she should occupy”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“Gas stations during road trips are in between places, they are the Bermuda Triangles of our roads, points of fatigue, and cool air, and yellow headlights gasoline pumps, windshields caked in flying insects, and oil stains.”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through

“Remember Me Into the forest and all the way through I ask you to follow my voice across the stream and through the hills you’ll find a copse of trees unknown to many lost to time, and tucked behind a bare branch a ball of twine, a cigarette butt, a crumpled polaroid you hear a giggle, the crunch of leaves and the dread stabs your insides and your breath Oh! Your breath how your breath catches in your throat and you fall all the way down into a hole so long ago hidden there and now you are within the ground you smell the damp earth and pain when you hear her voice you spin around and gain all the terror she holds, before you there, a girl who no longer is a girl a girl who is bone and moss leaves tangled within her eye sockets stretched down to her finger bone pointing above and pointing you out where you climb against rock and stone she bids you farewell begging you, pleading you make it safe, all the way home”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Into the Forest and all the Way Through