Quotes
Quotes about Flies
Mr. Bullfrog sez: Time is fun when you're having flies.
It's all right to have butterflies in your stomach. Just get them to fly in formation.
The instinct of a man is to pursue everything that flies from him, and to fly from all that pursue him.
The Flies and the Honey-Pot A number of Flies were attracted to a jar of honey which had been overturned in a housekeeper's room, and placing their feet in it, ate greedily. Their feet, however, became so smeared with the honey that they could not use their wings, nor release themselves, and were suffocated. Just as they were expiring, they exclaimed, O foolish creatures that we are, for the sake of a little pleasure we have destroyed ourselves. Pleasure bought with pains, hurts.
That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.
And many an ante-natal tomb When butterflies dream of the life to come.
The coward never on himself relies, But to an equal for assistance flies.
Even the lion has to defend himself against flies.
A drop of honey catches more flies than a hogshead of vinegar.
A closed mouth catches no flies.
My free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax; no levelled malice Infects one comma in the course I hold, But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.-- Her lips suck forth my soul; see, where it flies!--
The bow is bent, the arrow flies, The winged shaft of fate.
The fire i' th' flint Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame Provokes itself and like the current flies Each bound it chafes.
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
And the fireflies, Wah-wah-taysee, Waved their torches to mislead him.
The fireflies o'er the meadow In pulses come and go.
Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid.
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 forever gleam; Snow-white and soul-white-- 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.
We see spiders, flies or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.
We see how flies, and spiders, and the like, get a sepulchre in amber, more durable than the monument and embalming of the body of any king.
Make yourself honey and the flies will devour you. [Sp., Haceos miel, y paparos han moscas.]
To a boyling pot flies comes not. [To a boiling pot flies come not.]
You wait a moment to settle your nerves Then make your cast with a right hand curve The fly settles down and the float looked good But the trout refused it and there you stood A dejected fly fisherman. You looked things over and were not yet beat Then changed flies again and were ready to repeat The next try was poor because you rushed the cast You hold your breath in solemn anticipation You must be a fly fisherman! The fly floats gently on its way to the trout You know it will "take it" without a doubt. You're all charged up and ready to strike But the fly floats by because something's not right You are still a fly fisherman. You open your fly box and select a new fly Then lengthen the tippet before the next try Change your position to help with the cast And hope you have made the right decision at last Now you are a doubtful fly fisherman.
In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. We lived at the junction of great trout rivers in western Montana, and our father was a Presbyterian minister and a fly fisherman who tied his own flies and taught others. He told us about Christ's disciples being fishermen, and we were to assume, as my brother and I did, that all first-class fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fishermen and that John, the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman.
