I've avoided work all my life, you see. So, I'm like a bee. I go from flower to flower.
Sinnes are not knowne till they bee acted.
I'm very proud of being a Bee Gee and am always aware that I'll be identified as a Bee Gee.
A dead Bee maketh no Hony.
I was always the one left behind. Out in the streets, when they saw me they'd say, That's just one of the Bee Gees.
just then a bee bumbled above us and stole our attention the way flying things can
It was the bumble bee and the butterfly who survived, not the dinosaur.
Bee not a Baker, if your head be of butter.
I go to books and to nature as the bee goes to a flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.
I like vocal word stuff. But I don't always write with an instrument, I usually write a capella. It's more like drawing in the air with your fingers. It's closest to the choreography of a bee. You're freer.
The Bee Gees are a fly-by-night sort of group.
Sparkling and bright in liquid light Does the wine our goblets gleam in; With hue as red as the rosy bed Which a bee would choose to dream in.
Answer July- Where is the Bee- Where is the Blush- Where is the Hay? Ah, said July- Where is the Seed- Where is the Bud- Where is the May- Answer Thee-Me-
I work like a bee and feel that I accomplish little.
The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.
The Bee Gees no longer exist.
When life hands us a beutiful bouquet of flowers we stare at it in cautious expectation of a bee.
The bee is more honored than other animals, not because she labors, but because she labors for others.
She wasn't as destructive as Bee. She had never been as dramatic. Rather, she'd slipped carefully, stealthily away from her ghosts.
When the hornet hangs in the hollyhock, And the brown bee drones in the rose, And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock, And summer is near its close, It's, Oh!, For the gate, and the locust lane; And dusk, and dew, and home again!