Quotes About Cicadas

#1. Yes," he whispered harshly, "I am afraid. But I will defeat you, all the same. It is you who cannot - will not be allowed to prevail. I swear this by the living Name of the One.

D.R. Ranshaw

#2. The practice of cultivating altruism has a beneficial effect not only from the religious point of view but also from the mundane point of view, not only for long term spiritual development but even in terms of immediate rewards.

Dalai Lama XIV

#3. Do you know the legend about cicadas? They say they are the souls of poets who cannot keep quiet because, when they were alive, they never wrote the poems they wanted to.

John Berger

#4. Anyway, I'm digressing, but this is just kind of this 10-and-a-half-minute, ambient - you hear cicadas and birds and the wind outside and crickets as I'm swelling the piece. I could never do that on a pop record. I could, but why would I want to be agitating?

Andrew Bird

#5. Everything around me goes suddenly silent, even the cicadas in the trees pausing in their incessant whirring, momentarily stunned into stillness. For a long moment I hear nothing at all, but stand frozen in a silent grey world.

Kate Lattey

#6. The cicadas pierce the air with their searing one-note calls; dust eddies across the roads; from the weedy patches at the verges, grasshoppers whir. The leaves of the maples hang from their branches like limp gloves; on the sidewalk my shadow crackles.

Margaret Atwood

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

Vincent Van Gogh

#8. Who when examining in the cabinet of the entomologist the gay and exotic butterflies, and singular cicadas, will associate with these lifeless objects, the ceaseless harsh music of the latter, and the lazy flight of the former - the sure accompaniments of the still, glowing noonday of the tropics.

Charles Darwin

#9. I like Irish pubs, except for all the loud music and drinking, and people acting like idiots.

Dov Davidoff

#10. Even without seeing the crickets, grasshoppers, cicadas and katydids, we hear them shrilling in this season and trust that they're the tiny living gargoyles entomologists claim.

Diane Ackerman

#11. May posterity show mercy when it look back upon the work we do today. We did what we could with what we had.

Mira Grant

#12. Cicadas sang madly from the trees. It was so impossibly summer.

Maggie Stiefvater

#13. Patches of stained red grass. Rotting baby limbs at dusk. The sound of cicadas and laughter; picnics with madmen by the black lake at noon.

Andrew Gallacher

#14. I am a lot of things, not all of them noble.

Libba Bray

#15. The September night is as sultry as July, and the sound of cicadas shimmers louder, softer, then louder again. It's the sound of heat itself, of summer bearing down on you without mercy.

Lilah Pace

#16. It's okay to spin around and around in the same place. Just so long as you're singing your heart out.
THAT's what life's all about.

Chica Umino

#17. 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

#18. It didn't escape Blue that his slightly accented voice was as nice as his looks. It was all Henrietta sunset: hot front-porch swings and cold iced-tea glasses, cicadas louder than your thoughts.

Maggie Stiefvater

#19. The cicadas were singing a song.
It was a one-noted, one-worded; The words sounded like "please".
They were singing and singing and singing and the whole world was falling down.

Karen Foxlee

#20. The collision of hail or rain with hard surfaces, or the song of cicadas in a summer field. These sonic events are made out of thousands of isolated sounds; this multitude of sounds, seen as totality, is a new sonic event.

Iannis Xenakis

#21. Believe not in the reality, but believe in the possibility.

Debasish Mridha

#22. We celebrate, we create, as citizens of Shatter. We hold a bond of unending happiness. This planet, at the edge of the galaxy, is our testament to life.
Our dragons, in the sky, came from the stars. They brought many new things to explore.
From the Blessings of the Father Dragon, a poem

L'Poni Baldwin

#23. Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die

Matsuo Basho

#24. I think everybody has a little rule follower and a little rule breaker in them.

Victor Levin

#25. I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas - if I like these things, why should I apologize?

Haruki Murakami

#26. It was as hot as ever, even the turn of the moon bringing no relief, and the cries of cicadas fell like showers around me.

Lian Hearn

#27. My favorite part is that 1-on-1 matchup ... Block out everything else and stare into that guys eyes.

Dwight Freeney

#28. Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune.

Robert Hunter

#29. Political correctness is just tyranny with manners. I wish for you the courage to be unpopular. Popularity is history's pocket change. Courage is history's true currency.

Charlton Heston

#30. I didn't learn to swim until I was 21 or something because I grew up in the mountains in Wyoming and all the water is glacier runoff and cold.

Matthew Fox

#31. I think that it can be assumed that no adults are ever really 'shocked' - that being shocked is always a pose.

Thornton Wilder

#32. he felt a pang of desire for the tintinnabulation of a Georgia summer. Strange, he thought, to long for the rasp of day- and dusk-singing cicadas and the night singers, katydids.

Marly Youmans

#33. The way I write is totally instinctive. I just write what I feel or what I find funny - and hope everyone else agrees.

Sophie Kinsella

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

Matsuo Basho

#35. There was an electric buzzing sound that was constantly on, acting as background music like a million cicadas in the forest. A constant white noise.

Missy Lyons

#36. Have you heard the saying 'The reward you get for digging holes is a bigger shovel'?

Terry Pratchett

#37. Cicadas, buckling and unbuckling their stomach muscles, yield the sound of someone sharpening scissors. Fall field crickets, the thermometer hounds, add high-pitched tinkling chirps to the jazz, and their call quickens with warm weather, slows again with cool.

Diane Ackerman

#38. The cicadas, as if they were wired on the same circuit, suddenly filled the garden with a loud burst of celebration.

Peter Carey

#39. It took a lot of blood, sweat and tears to get to where we are today, but we have just begun. Today we begin in earnest the work of making sure that the world we leave our children is just a little bit better than the one we inhabit today.

Barack Obama

#40. Nobody was speaking. Only the cicadas continued their whine, indifferent to human tragedies.

Jean-Claude Izzo