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The Shape of Water

Book by Anne Spollen · 10 quotes · Ocean, Silence, Acqua

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“When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion. It glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water. Its color is silver. And silence has a sound you hear only after hours of wading inside it. The sound is soft, like flute notes rising up, like the words of glass speaking. Then there comes a point when you must shatter the blindness of its words, the blindness of its light.”

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“It's a situation doomed enough to laugh at, but he thinks of what he used to tell his students. Imagine being a planet. Don't laugh, he'd tell them. Try to imagine it. Eons of loneliness, and then one day your ellipsis peaks toward that of another planet and there is a gasp of nearness. Wouldn't you try to make the most of it? Wouldn't you, too, combust and flare and explode if you had to?”

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“I believed I could identify the scent of the sky as I stood there, a blue menthol fragrance similar to the scent of seawater that sprayed into my face when I first dove into the ocean. That initial scent was much more subtle than the ocean's heavy, fishy aroma; it was a whiff of salt and mint, just as I approached the water on a dive, that warned me that a more powerful scent would soon enter my nose. It was the scent I dreamed in. And it was the scent of that spring sky as I stood in my yard.”

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“«Questo sta a lei scoprirlo, se ne ha voglia. Oppure può fermarsi alla forma che hanno fatto prendere all'acqua». «Non ho capito, mi scusi». «Io non sono siciliana, sono nata a Grosseto, sono venuta a Montelusa quando mio padre ne era prefetto. Possedevamo un pezzetto di terra e una casa alle pendici dell'Amiata, ci passavamo le Vacanze. Avevo un amichetto, figlio di contadini, più piccolo di me. Io avevo una decina d'anni. Un giorno vidi che il mio amico aveva messo sull'orlo di un pozzo una ciotola, una tazza, una teiera, una scatola di latta quadrata, tutte colme d'acqua, e le osservava attentamente. «"Che fai?" gli domandai. E lui, a sua volta, mi fece una domanda. «"Qual è la forma dell'acqua?"». «"Ma l'acqua non ha forma!" dissi ridendo: "Piglia la forma che le viene data"».”

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