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“Don`t fear a hidden dagger because you can dodge it, but fear a hidden dagger it kills”

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“Except maybe that was the start of our failure to connect: me, failing to take the initiative. Me, being too cautious, lacking spontaneity or impulsivity. Me, reading things wrong and processing the world fifty times too slow.”

Autism Cautiousness

Book:Cassandra in Reverse

Source: Cassandra in Reverse

“Those are the most monotonous fuckin' crickets I ever heard in my life.”

Book:True West

Source: True West

“There’s something about a warm summer night where all the boundaries of the world seem to fall to the softness of moonlight and crickets. And with the astonishing expanse of the entire world having drawn within arm’s reach, I realize that nothing is so far from where I am that it can’t be affected by who I am.”

World Night Change Impact Moonlight Alter Affect Crickets

Author:Craig D. Lounsbrough

“When you go to say hello to nature, put every redundant sound away, for nature is music, and that alone should suffice.”

Nature Noise Mother Earth Mother Nature Humming Synergy Birdsong Crickets Chirping Songs Of Nature

Book:Song of a Nature Lover

Source: Song of a Nature Lover

“I would swear that I could practically hear crickets in the ensuing silence, if not for the fact that the stale air probably kills anything that requires oxygen to breathe.”

Silence Crickets

Book:The Conservancy

Source: The Conservancy

“The crickets were rubbing their hind legs together, unrolling that endless band of sound that when combined with the sound of the sycamore trees losing their heads in the heat-thickened breeze could cause even a girl as unsentimental as Mary to feel like she’d just left something behind on the porch stoop she couldn’t bear to live without.”

Book:Duplex

Source: Duplex

“I can just imagine the cricket household at sunset: "Oh man, it's late!!" "Hey, you chirp I'm tired" "Besides, the later bug becomes a rug!!" "You just had to bring up Uncle Phil didn't you?”

Bugs Crickets Rug

Author:Neil Leckman, Wurms

“Seconds later, a girl emerged from the stairwell, her feet barely tapping the floor. I stepped back, shocked. She wasn't a fifty-year-old lady. She wasn't my daughter. She wasn't Robert either. She was fifteen, if that. Her cheeks were the color of brick. I opened the door. She was wearing a rain jacket, and her hands were hidden in her sleeves. "Sorry," she said. "The subway was so slow. I got out at Ninety-Sixth Street and walked." Her voice was deeper than I would have thought. She took off a hat that looked too big for her, all flaps and flannel. She was long-necked, reddish-haired, and freckled, but olive in the skin, as if she'd been shaded. Her eyes were light blue, like ancient sea glass. She took off her sneakers without using her hands and then leaned over and placed them neatly by the door. They were flat as pancakes, with shoelaces that didn't match. She was wearing socks with white bugs on them. She curled her toes when she saw me looking. "You know they eat them in Thailand?" she said. "Oven-baked with green curry." "Socks?" I asked. "No," she said and the sides of her cheeks lifted into a smile. "Crickets on my socks.”

Lorca Young Girl Crickets

Book:Tomorrow There Will Be Apricots

Source: Tomorrow There Will Be Apricots

“The crickets were incessant and plenteous, their swarming tune as monotonous as a Mariah Carey CD, though not quite as grating.”

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Book:Back Spin

Source: Back Spin

“They that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.”

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Book:Even When Life Doesn't Play Nice: One Child's Journey from Unfavorable Beginnings a Memoir

Source: Even When Life Doesn't Play Nice: One Child's Journey from Unfavorable Beginnings a Memoir