And now you ask in your heart, ‘How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?’ Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower, But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee. For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life, And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love, And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy. * People of Orphalese, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees.
An Ambitious woman shewes her selfe to bee a troublesome disturber of the world, powerfull to make smale things great, and great monstrous
The bee himself did not evade the schoolboy more than she evaded me, and even at this day I still stand somewhat bewildered, like the boy.
In a great River great fish are found, but take heede, lest you bee drowned.
Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.
Bees are sometimes drowned in the honey which they collectso some writers are lost in their collected learning.
It is the peculiar nature of the world to go on spinning no matter what sort of heartbreak is happening.
You never can tell with bees.
The idea of absolute freedom is fiction. It's based on the idea of an independent self. But in fact, there's no such thing. There's no self without other people. There's no self without sunlight. There's no self without dew. And water. And bees to pollinate the food that we eat. . . So the idea of behaving in a way that doesn't acknowledge those reciprocal relationships is not really freedom, it's indulgence.
It's wonderful to me that bees have this simple, age-old thing going on.
He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.
Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
You put his brain in a bird, the bird would fly backwards" -Secret Life of the Bees
We can slide it Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers: They call it easing the Spring.
[On John Cleese:] He sometimes seems to swat at his own thoughts as if they were bees.
The would-bees take their honey from the flowers of creation.
Good is to bee sought out, and evill attended.
One thing I've learned - and I've said this to Republicans and Democrats - is, bees cannot sting and make honey at the same time. They have to make a choice. Either they are going to be a stinger or a honey-maker, and I contend that honey is a symbol of legislation and, the nuclear language used by members is the stinger, and you can't do both.
The bees in my stomach are dead and getting used to it.
If there's a buzzing-noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee.