It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.
Being able to write becomes a kind of shield, a way of hiding, a way of too instantly transforming pain into honey.
Men whose sense of taste is destroyed by sickness, sometimes think honey sour. A diseased eye does not see many things which do exist, and notes many things which do not exist. The same thing frequently takes place with regard to the force of words, when the critic is inferior to the writer.
Don't 'honey' me in that southern-fried twang.
If you wanna find the honey You can't be scared of the bees.
Honey isn't really that good for you.
I will not believe that thou hast tasted of the honey of the gospel if thou canst eat it all thyself.
Honey, nobody ever knows someone completely. You have to just enjoy what you do know and have faith in the rest.
I remember when I couldn't afford to eat like this. It was ramen noodles and the San Francisco Treat [Rice-A-Roni]. Dessert? Get you a honey bun and put a slice of cheese on it. Put it in the microwave for 45 seconds and you had the gift of a lifetime.
Some nights are like honey - and some like wine - and some like wormwood.
Oh, honey, I'm from Oklahoma! This is who I am - middle-class all the way!
I interviewed - no - had lunch with Harper Lee several years ago, trying to convince Harper Lee to do "To Kill a Mockingbird" for the book club. She wouldn't do it. She said, "Honey, I said everything I wanted to say. "
When we bless God for mercies, we usually prolong them. When we bless God for miseries, we usually end them. Praise is the honey of life which a devout heart extracts from every bloom of providence and grace.
Well, by now you must know yourself, honey, whatever you do, life don't stop. It only sits a minute and dreams a dream.
There is a difference between having a rational judgment that honey is sweet, and having a sense of its sweetness
We used to say I don't care if I never have any money As long as I have my sweet honey and a shack in the woodland Now we say I don't care if I don't have money, but it's not true We can't live without money, no, because we don't want to We want one of those and two of those, and oh that one looks neat, wrap it up Put it on my MasterCard. Put it on my Visa And I sing it now, hey hey, hey hey, who woulda thunk it Hey hey, hey hey, who woulda thunk it.
Jesus to me is honey in the mouth, music in the ear, a song in the heart.
Littlefinger looked like a boy who had just taken a furtive bite from a honeycomb. He was TRYING to watch for bees, but the honey was so sweet.
Make yourself honey and the flies will devour you.
Can I be blunt? Yes. Can I be diplomatic? Yes. Can I concoct a mixture of vinegar and honey when the circumstances warrant? Yes.