Best 31 quotes of Kobayashi Issa on MyQuotes

All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.

before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow

Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.

Don't worry, spiders, I keep house casually.

Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together

Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.

Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow

Even with insects - some can sing, some can't.

Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.

Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop

Here I'm here- the snow falling.

In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.

In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends

In this world we walk on the roof of hell gazing at flowers

Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.

Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes

Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.

On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!

Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?

Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.

Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.

Take a nap Making the mountain water Pound the rice.

There is no stranger under the cherry tree.

The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--

To the fuki plant, dandelions, and their kind that lie for long patiently under the fallen snow, comes the season of breezy spring. No sooner do they see the light of the world, stretching their longing heads out from the cracks in the snow, than they are instantly nipped off. For these plants isn't the sorrow as deep as that of the child's parents whose child had accidentally died? They say everything in the plant and tree kingdom attains Buddhahood. Then they, too, must have Buddha-nature.

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.

Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.

Never forget: we walk on hell, gazing at flowers.

This dewdrop world Is but a dewdrop world And yet —