E.M. Carroll > Quotes

“Oh, but you must travel through those woods again and again... said a shadow at the window... and you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time...

But the wolf... the wolf only needs enough luck to find you once.”
― Emily Carroll, Through the Woods

“It came from the woods. Most strange things do.”
― Emily Carroll, Through the Woods

“I married my love in the springtime, / but by summer he’d locked me away. / He’d murdered me dead by the autumn, / and by winter I was naught but decay”
― Emily Carroll

“I married my love in the springtime,
but by summer he'd locked me away.
He'd murdered me dead by the autumn,
& by winter I was naught but decay.

It's cold where I am and so lonely,
but in loneliness I will remain.
Unloved, unavenged, & forgotten,
until I am whole once again.”
― Emily Carroll, Through the Woods

“But the worst kind of monster was the burrowing kind. The sort that crawled into you and made a home there. The sort you couldn't name, the sort you couldn't see. The monster that ate you alive from the inside out.”
― Emily Carroll

“...Came from the woods (most strange things do)”
― Emily Carroll, Through the Woods

“I dreamt I woke upon a boat.
A rocking boat.
A quiet boat.
On a smooth black sea we float.
Away, away
away.

I dreamt a Captain dressed in grey.
I dreamt I wore a long white coat.
I dreamt a stone caught in my throat.
I dreamt I choked
and choked
and choked.

A grey shore,
slopes decorated with dead trees and littered with our limbs.

I dreamt my legs were long and pale
made of smoke.
I choked and choked.
And when I woke I wrote and wrote
as though it all might just float
away!”
― Emily Carroll, Through the Woods

“But the worst kind of monster was the BURROWING KIND. The sort that crawled into you and made a home there. The sort you couldn't name, the sort you couldn't see. The monster that ate you alive from the inside out.”
― Emily Carroll, Through the Woods

“But the worst kind of monster was the burrowing kind. The sort that crawled into you and made a home there. The sort you couldn't name, the sort you couldn't see. The monster that ate you alive from the inside out.”
― Emily Carroll, Through the Woods

“It hurt, a little. I felt like I had put on a suit of armor and twisted a key at the side, chasing the air out, fitting it closer and tighter to my flesh with every turn.
But I found that it kept me in a Shape.
And how wonderful.
A Shape.
How dizzying.”
― Emily Carroll, A Guest in the House

“But the worst kind of monster was the burrowing kind. The sort that crawled into you and made a home there. The sort you couldn’t name, the sort you couldn’t see. The monster that ate you alive from the inside out.”
― Emily Carroll

“I used to dream of dragons. I would find them, panting, pacing. Sung inside damp caverns. When I lived through them they would release their riches in a stinking swell of gore and glittering jewels…and I, beneath…would find stillness in the hot viscera.”
― Emily Carroll, A Guest in the House

“They were so willing to spend so much love, so much pain, on people who weren't capable of appreciating it.”
― Emily Carroll, Through the Woods

“Come take a walk in the woods and see what awaits you there...”
― Emily Carroll

“But most of the time I don't feel here at all.
I'm not here.
I'm not here.”
― Emily Carroll, A Guest in the House

“At night, every noise could be her. I know she’s here now, right now, even though she won’t show herself to me. (I tried to find her the other night, down by the front door like before, but nothing came to greet me this time.) And I just can’t shake the feeling… that there’s a guest in the house, and I am being a terrible hostess.”
― Emily Carroll, A Guest in the House

“I don’t sleep for days after seeing her.
And when I finally do, my dreams are tangled, dripping things.”
― Emily Carroll, A Guest in the House

“But the wolf...the wolf only needs enough luck to find you once.”
― Emily Carroll, Through the Woods

“you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time... but the wolf... the wolf only needs enough luck to find you once.”
― Emily Carroll, Through the Woods

“I married my love in the springtime,
but by summer he'd locked me away.
He'd murdered me dead by the autumn,
& by winter I was naught but decay.

It's cold where I am and so lonely,
but in loneliness I will remain,
unloved,
unavenged,
& forgotten,
until I am whole once again.”
― Emily Carroll, Through the Woods

“David tells me the first week they lived here, Crystal had nightmares about the attic, about things dripping down from it at night. She would stop crying until he put a lock on it.
There’d been animals in there, David said.
Making nests.
Are they still there, I wonder?
Did they just learn to be silent?
What did Sheila do when Crystal cried out at night?”
― Emily Carroll, A Guest in the House

“I can't forget
I will always regret
What happened in Margot's room”
― E.M. Carroll