News is often dispersed as thoughtlessly and effectively as that pollen which the bees carry off (having no idea how powdery they are) when they are buzzing in search of their particular nectar.
When I hear a man preach, I like to see him act as if he were fighting bees.
When the flower opens, the bees will come.
As for rosemary, I let it run all over my garden walls, not only because my bees love it but because it is the herb sacred to remembrance and to friendship, whence a sprig of it hath a dumb language.
The honey is sweet, but the Bee stings.
I'm a big fan of Samantha Bee's.
I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.
The would-bees take their honey from the flowers of creation.
The best things in life are free, but you can keep them for the birds and bees; I want money.
Hee that knowes what may bee gained in a day never steales.
We're much alike, bee, you and me," I said. "You may carry your pack underneath you and your rifle may stick out of your bottom. But you and me, bee, are much alike.
You gotta imagine what's never been.
I like writing melody without an instrument. It's just so - it's more like the choreography of a bee; you just go.
You never can tell with bees.
When the flower blossoms, the bee will come.
For where's the State beneath the Firmament, That doth excell the Bees for Government?
There are certain pursuits which, if not wholly poetic and true, do at least suggest a nobler and finer relation to nature than we know. The keeping of bees, for instance.
When you're out to get the honey you don't go killing all the bees
The solitary Bee Whose buzzing was the only sound of life, Flew there on restless wing, Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.
You put his brain in a bird, the bird would fly backwards" -Secret Life of the Bees