A night of endless dreams, inconsequent and wild, is this my life; none more worth telling than the rest.
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Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote expresses deep, unending sorrow and emotion, akin to the persistent sound of nature.
Murasaki Shikibu's quote captures the essence of relentless emotional pain, comparing it to the ceaseless sounds of bell-crickets that echo throughout the night. The imagery reflects a profound sense of longing and sadness, suggesting that, like the unending chirping of these insects, one's tears and emotional turmoil can persist endlessly, often through the darkest hours.
Themes
SorrowTearsEmotionsNatureNight
In practice
Example use cases
Sharing this quote at a memorial service to express enduring grief.
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