Somewhere a cicada conversed irritably with the night…

“The cicada lies in the earth for seventeen years. It is warm and dark there, it is soft and wet. Its little legs curl…

— Catherynne M. Valente

“Nothing in the voice of the cicada intimates how soon it will die.”

— J.D. Salinger

“. . . Like ashes of gold in a cinnamon-flame, My youthful desires have been burnt with the years– And tonight in the chilling…

— Haoran Meng

The Cicada sing an endless song in the long grass, smells run along the earth and falling stars run over the sky, like tears…

— Isak Dinesen

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

— Matsuo Basho

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

— Jon Davis

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

— Yukio Mishima

“The shade melted away as the sun climbed into its zenith. All colors were now covered in stone dust. The only vigorous activity came…

— Aleksandr Voinov

“That’s the river up there. We’ll likely have to spend the night.’’ He slid me a curious glance. ‘‘I never asked whether you liked…

— Katie MacAlister

“His brother fell silent again, another oddity for Chad. Several seconds passed. “Bro, all of us are a little fucked up.” “No shit.”

— J. Lynn

“The three of them fell silent. After a long pause, Hermione voiced the knottiest question of all in a hesitant voice. “Do you think…

— J.K. Rowling

“and the women fell silent with the instinctive courtesy women often show to incapacitated males.”

— Anonymous

“fell silent and did what the PUAs call triangular gazing, looking slowly from her left eye to her right eye and then to her…

— Neil Strauss

We fell silent and all joking ceased. We gazed mutely into each other's eyes and an intense longing for the fullest avowal of the…

— Frederic Chopin

There was a time when the music fell silent. Both within me and around me.

— Agnetha Faltskog