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Tag Name "Flies" (378)

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Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
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Every animal that walks the earth, or swims, or flies is precious beyond description, something so rare and wonderful that it equals the stars or the ocean or the mind of man.
James A. Michener
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Every bird which flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw.
Victor Hugo
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Our primeval Mother Earth is an organism that no science in the world can rationalize. Everything on her that crawls and flies is dependent upon Her and all must hopelessly perish if that Earth dies that feeds us.
Viktor Schauberger
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If you have sense enough to realize why flies gather around a restaurant, you should be able to appreciate why men run for office.
E. W. Howe
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Errors flies from mouth to mouth, from pen to pen, and to destroy it takes ages.
Voltaire
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I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.
Voltaire
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Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
Voltaire
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According to aerodynamic laws, the bumblebee cannot fly. Its body weight is not the right proportion to its wingspan. Ignoring these laws, the bee flies anyway.
Andre Sainte-Lague
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Dig trenches? With our men being killed off like flies? There isn't time to dig trenches. We'll have to buy them ready made.
Groucho Marx
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Prayer is the wing wherewith the soul flies to heaven, and meditation the eye wherewith we see God.
Ambrose
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Many a night I saw the Pleiads, Rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies, Tangled in a silver braid.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Thou Moon! Sun of the Night, Sister mystic of the Day Look down, pause in thy flight! Calm me with thy aural ray, Enchanting souls to silver sleep. Look down from out thy airy keep, My fevered senses hypnotize Shut out the World, whereto Mind flies-- Ambitious Mind, with travail sore Its fibre rest, its calm restore.
William Batchelder Greene
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Count all th' advantage prosperous Vice attains, 'Tis but what Virtue flies from and disdains: And grant the bad what happiness they would, One they must want--which is, to pass for good.
Alexander Pope
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The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
William Blake
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Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Alexander Pope
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He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.
William Blake
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The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold, And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes, For they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies, With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold.
William Butler Yeats
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The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.
William C. Bryant
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Now my playmates never failed to wink and smile mockingly at me when one of them called 'Man flies!' for at the word I would always lift my finger very high, as a sign of absolute conviction and I refused with energy to pay the forfeit. The more they laughed at me, the happier I was, hoping that some day the laugh would be on my side.
Alberto Santos-Dumont
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So if you're a robot and you're living on this planet, you can do things that you can't do in real life - things that you wished you could do: like fly like have a car that flies like have furniture that is alive.
William Joyce
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Time flies when you are having fun.
Albert Einstein
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Swift flies our time on pinions fleet, Like vapours on the breeze The transient bliss we now call sweet, The passing moments seize. The gilded joy, the present hour, Soon wing themselves away Departing like the fading flower That pleas'd us Yesterday.
William Muir
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I can't remember coming across a more precise evocation of innocence lost since Golding's The Lord of the Flies. With The Death of Sweet Mister, Daniel Woodrell has written his masterpiece-spare, dark, and incandescently beautiful. It broke my heart.
Dennis Lehane
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