Pastoral Resources

When you're on top and you lead the parade, everyone's there throwing lilies and lilac water on your head. But when those parades have gone by and there's a storm in your heart, there are very few people that are going to sit there and listen to you bemoan life.

There were butterflies, otherwise, you're not really ready to play. The locker room, I remember, was quiet and we were very focused on playing that game.

When the heart flies out before the understanding, it saves the judgment a world of pains.

Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through.

I'd get 3-4 cheap home runs every year. You know, little 'wood shots' down either line. They would be pop flies in any other park. But, goodness me, they didn't count the number of long outs!

Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don't notice whether it's passing quickly or slowly.

Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even notice whether it passes swiftly or slowly.

If there is one creature that represents my essence, it's butterflies.

Time flies never to be recalled.

But meanwhile time flies; it flies never to be regained.

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.

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.

That fallacy flies in the face of studies that show, every day, in every way, things are getting a little worse for America's minorities relative to the progress made by those in the top percentiles of assets and income.

Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.

First round of the tournament being a Major, I think the butterflies were a little different than that.

I was much entertained last summer with a tame bat, which would take flies out of a person's hand.

The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the butterflies in the adjoining meadows.

It's almost like you see too much, because when it happens for real, everything flies at you so fast, you never get a sense of the ice and where everyone is at that one moment.