Cicada Quotes

#1. The shade melted away as the sun climbed into its zenith. All colors were now covered in stone dust. The only vigorous activity came from the bushes, where cicada songs pulsed like alien hearts.

Aleksandr Voinov

#2. In past summers when I had been home, I had often tasted a strange sadness as I sat quietly in the midst of the seething cicada song. This sorrow seemed to pierce deep into my heart along with the piercing insect cry. Always at such times I would sit alone and still, gazing into myself.

Soseki Natsume

#3. Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.

Matsuo Basho

#4. Again and again, the cicada's untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.

Yukio Mishima

#5. The Cicada sing an endless song in the long grass, smells run along the earth and falling stars run over the sky, like tears over a cheek. You are the privileged person to whom everything is taken. The Kings of Tarshish shall bring gifts.

Isak Dinesen

#6. And finally there was the sleepless night
when i decided to explore and fight
the foul, the inadmissible abyss,
devoting all my twisted life to this
one task. today i'm sixty-one. waxwings
are berry-pecking. a cicada sings.

Vladimir Nabokov

#7. A grub in filth is dirty, but it changes into a cicada and sips dew in the autumn breeze. Rotting plants have no luster, but they turn into foxfire and glow in the summer moonlight. So we know that purity emerges from impurity, and light is born from darkness.

Zicheng Hong

#8. Of the many forms that silence takes, the most memorable is the dry husk of the cicada.

Jon Davis

#9. Then her mind had wandered into a place she could not follow, taking with it all the people she knew, their names and connections, whether they still lived or whether they'd died. But her body lingered, shed of an inner being, empty as a cicada husk.

Ron Rash

#10. Lonely stillness - a single cicada's cry sinking into stone

Basho Matsuo

#11. I work even in the middle of the day, in the full sunshine, and I enjoy it like a cicada.

Vincent Van Gogh

#12. A cicada whines,
his voice
Starting to drown through the rainy world,
No ripple of wind,
no sound but his song of black wings,
No song but the song of his black wings.
Such emptiness at the heart,
such emptiness at the heart of being,

Charles Wright

#13. Sometimes I am a cicada, hissing and singing in the leaves of a tree by the sunlit water, thoughtless and wordless, a voice that is all consonants and tribal clicks. Sometimes I rub my legs together like a string bass, and the lake quivers

Catherynne M Valente

#14. Nothing in the voice of the cicada intimates how soon it will die.

J.D. Salinger

#15. She said something in Kiowa in a happy tone. My name is Ay-ti-Podle, the Cicada, whose song means there is a fruit ripening nearby. She gestured back toward the big bay saddle horse and tossed her hair back. It was as if she wanted to include Pasha in this newfound happiness.

Paulette Jiles

#16. Modernity has created more problems than it is capable of solving. Millions of people are now condemned to wait endlessly for their redemption through modernity.

Pankaj Mishra

#17. Her response received a twinkling eyed grin from her

Aleatha Romig

#18. War crushes with bloody heel all justice, all happiness, all that is Godlike in man. In our age there can be no peace that is not honorable; there can be no war that is not dishonorable.

Charles Sumner

#19. Even an aardvarks think their offspring are beautiful

Roger Penrose

#20. Every family has bad memories.

Mario Puzo

#21. The theatre of the world is stocked with fewer settings than actors, and with fewer actors than situations.

Marcel Proust

#22. Preferring healthful foods is a skill, and skills take practice and perseverance to develop.

Joel Fuhrman

#23. One afternoon late in October of the year 1697, Euclide Auclair, the philosopher apothecary of Quebec, stood on the top of Cap Diamant gazing down the broad, empty river far beneath him.

Willa Cather

#24. Pangloss most cruelly deceived me when he said that everything in the world is for the best.

Voltaire

#25. Drama is the last drug of the desperate whore

Christian Galacar

#26. [Rape is] nothing more or less than a conscious process of intimidation by which all men keep all women in a state of fear.

Susan Brownmiller