Heaven is high, Earth Wide. Bitter between them flies my sorrow.
Fervency in prayer by the power of the Holy Spirit is a good preservative against thoughts rushing in. Flies never settle on the boiling pot.
Hey! Leave the door open will ya? The flies haven't been out all day.
There may be flies on you and me, but there are no flies on Jesus.
And see she flies, and she is everywhere.
Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.
Many are idly busy; Domitian was busy, but then it was in catching flies.
When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else.
Bush always has viewed himself as an "activist," which flies in the face of some conservative notions, such as the federal government's role in education.
The union of hearts-the union of hands-And the flag of our Union forever. - George Pope Morris. Your flag and my flag, And how it flies today In your land and my land And half a world away! Rose-red and blood-red The stripes for ever gleam; Snow-white and souldwhite- The good forefathers' dream; Sky-blue and true-blue, with stars to gleam aright- The gloried guidon of the day; a shelter through the night.
On those remote pages [of 'a certain Chinese encyclopedia'] it is written that animals are divided into (a) those that belong to the Emperor, (b) embalmed ones, (c) those that are trained, (d) suckling pigs, (e) mermaids, (f ) fabulous ones, (g) stray dogs, (h) those that are included in this classification, (i) those that tremble as if they were mad, (j) innumerable ones, (k) those drawn with a very fine camel's hair brush, (l) others, (m) those that have just broken a flower vase, (n) those that resemble flies from a distance.
Time flies never to be recalled.
Start each day out the holy way. . with Christ Chex, it's a miracle in a bowl. Just open the box and you hear AHHHHH. . . . and then a lil' angel flies out and says 'good morning, life is beautiful!'.
Can imagination act Perpendicular to fact? Can it be a kite that flies Till the Earth , umbrella-wise, Folds and drops away from sight?
In the West the past is like a dead animal. It is a carcass picked at by the flies that call themselves historians and biographers. But in my culture the past lives. My people feel this way in part because death does not separate us from our ancestors.
A man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a short cut to meet it.
I kill flies, I eat meat, you know, whatever.
The very dogs were all asleep, and the flies, drunk with moist sugar in the grocer's shop, forgot their wings and briskness, and baked to death in dusty corners of the window.
The butterfly does not look back upon its caterpillar self, either fondly or wistfully; it simply flies on.
Time flies when you're running out of money.