Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies.
Heaven is high, Earth Wide. Bitter between them flies my sorrow.
A closed mouth catches no flies.
There is no one, says another, whom fortune does not visit once in his life; but when she does not find him ready to receive her, she walks in at the door, and flies out at the window.
Art flies around truth, but with the definite intention of not getting burnt. Its capacity lies in finding in the dark void a place where the beam of light can be intensely caught, without this having been perceptible before.
When you are alone, bless the solitude; when you are with someone, bless the togetherness! Think of the seagull: It flies alone happily; it flies with another happily too! Solitude is a food; togetherness is a food; man needs both and he must be happy with both!
Time flies so fast after youth is past that we cannot accomplish one half the many things we have in mind or indeed one half our duties. The only safe and sensible plan is to make other things give way to the essentials, and the first of these is fly fishing.
Tempus fugit (time flies).
Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me.
Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.
Eagles don't catch flies.
If it flies, floats or fornicates, always rent it. . it's cheaper in the long run.
How time flies when you're doin all the talking.
A man of supreme folly: his life flies away while he is merely hoping to enjoy it.
Science flies you to the moon. Religion flies you into buildings.
The wing structure of the hornet, in relation to its weight, is not suitable for flight, but he does not know this and flies anyway.
The more we lose, the more he'll fly in. And the more he flies in, the better the chance there'll be a plane crash.
The mind we have when we practice zazen is the great mind: we don't try to see anything; we stop conceptual thinking; we stop emotional activity; we just sit. Whatever happens to us, we are not bothered. We just sit. It is like something happening in the great sky. Whatever kind of bird flies through it, the sky doesn't care. That is the mind transmitted from Buddha to us.
When experience flies into realms that language cannot touch, honesty demands beyond-language.
My father has positional vertigo, and if he flies he gets really dizzy, so he has to drive out to California, which he does a couple times a year. We talk, but we e-mail mostly.