Emmi Itaranta Quotes & Sayings

A circle only knows its own shape. If you ask where it begins and where it ends, it will stay silent, yet unbroken. — Emmi Itaranta

When the Ocean-Dragons roam, it means the world is changing,' I said. — Emmi Itaranta

Water walks with the moon and embraces the earth, and it isn't afraid to die in fire or live in air. When you step into it, it will be as close as your own skin, but if you hit it too hard, it will shatter you . — Emmi Itaranta

The story tells that water has a consciousness, that it carries in its memory everything that's ever happened in this world, from the time before humans until this moment, which draws itself in its memory even as it passes. — Emmi Itaranta

I looked back towards the city, at the dusty plain and the narrow thread of the sea on the horizon, radiant in the late-afternoon sun like the scale coat of a giant dragon disappearing slowly from sight. — Emmi Itaranta

The ceremony is over when there is no more water. — Emmi Itaranta

The world will not spin slower or faster when we have passed through the gate together. What remains is light on water, or a shifting shadow. — Emmi Itaranta

Secrets carve us like water carves stone. On the surface nothing will shift, but things we cannot tell anyone chafe and consume us, and slowly our life settles around them, moulds itself into their shape.

Secrets gnaw at the bonds between people. Sometimes we believe they can also build them: if we let another person into the silent space a secret has made within us, we are no longer alone there. — Emmi Itaranta

We are children of water, and water is death's close companion. The two cannot be separated from us, for we are made of the versatility of water and the closeness of death. They go together always, in the world and in us, and the time will come when our water runs dry. — Emmi Itaranta

Most of the soil we walk on once grew and breathed, and once it had the shape of the living, long ago. One day someone who doesn't remember us will walk on our skin and flesh and bones, on the dust that remains of us. — Emmi Itaranta

Water is the most versatile of all elements. It isn't afraid to burn in fire or fade into the sky, it doesn't hesitate to shatter against sharp rocks in rainfall or drown into the dark shroud of the earth. It exists beyond all eginnings and ends. On the surface nothing will shift, but deep in underground silence, water will hide and with soft fingers coax a new channel for itself, until stone gives in and slowly settles around the secret space.
Death is water's close companion, and neither of them can be separated from us, for we are made of the versatilitiy of water and the closeness of death. Water doesn't belong to us, be we belong to water: when it has passed through our fingers and pores and bodies, nothing separates us from earth. — Emmi Itaranta

Silence is not empty or immaterial, and it is not needed to chain tame things. It often guards powers strong enough to shatter everything. — Emmi Itaranta

Sometimes it is necessary to step into darkness alone and find your way back. To carry something with you into light you could not have found anywhere else. — Emmi Itaranta

I would like to think she turns around and goes home and does one thing differently that day because of what she has imagined, and again the day after that, and the day after that. — Emmi Itaranta

But water doesn't care for human sorrows. It flows without slowing or quickening its pace in the darkness of the earth, where only stones will hear. — Emmi Itaranta

Death is water's close companion. The two cannot be separated, and neither can be separated from us, for they are what we are ultimately made of: the versatility of water, and the closeness of death. Water has no beginning and no end, but death has both. Death is both. Sometimes death travels hidden in water, and sometimes water will chase death away, but they go together always, in the world and in us. — Emmi Itaranta

Some things shouldn't be seen. Some things don't need to be said. — Emmi Itaranta

the silent space around a secret is shattered, it cannot be made whole again. The — Emmi Itaranta

Of all silences I had encountered this was the gravest and most inevitable: not the silence of secrets, but of knowing. — Emmi Itaranta

It's not worth thinking about them, Noria. They didn't think about us, either. — Emmi Itaranta