When the honey's out of the comb, there's no putting it back.
You're not honey. Your'e wine. You're the deepest, darkest shadow under a tree on a blazing day. You're strong and hard, coursing like a current at the bottom of a river.
I honestly just love Greek yogurt and honey, and berries, and some KIND granola or something because that's always something that I'm down to eat. But everything else, like anything savory just has to be ordered really last minute because I never know.
Dad: Honey, have you seen my glasses? I can"t find them. Mom: I haven't seen them. Calvin: (with glasses, to Dad) Calvin, go do something you hate! Being miserable builds character!
I recently went to New York for the first time, and honey, I'm in love with that place. I'm obsessed with its sausages.
Oh, honey, if he swung batter-batter for my team, I'd be all over that in a heartbeat.
If you have no Honey in your Pot, have some in your Mouth.
Honey, some boys stopped by to see you. They had wood.
Did you ever notice all the items on a honey do list are dangerous. Clean gutters, put light in shower, patch roof. It's a honey die list.
You can't do Shakespeare with a Southern accent, honey.
When I was younger, I used to put honey and Coca-Cola and all that stuff on my body and just fry in the sun. But I think we all know how bad that is for you.
Honey bees are amazing creatures. I mean, think about it, do earwigs make chutney?
I never really ate greens, what I always did do was I always ate peanut butter and honey and I ate it all day. There's not much nutritional value in that. I just love peanut butter and I love honey so I just put them together.
To be both rich and handsome was bad enough. But to have a voice like honey over warm bread on top of that was simply inexcusable.
Was love then like a bag of assorted sweets passed around from which one might choose more than once? Some might sting the tongue, some invoke night perfume. Some had centers as bitter as gall, some blended honey and poison, some were quickly swallowed. And among the common bull's-eyes and peppermints a few rare ones; one or two with deadly needles at the heart, another that brought clam and gentle pleasure. Were his fingers closing on that one?
A little nepotism never hurt nobody, honey. If you got it, use it. Press on with it. Remind them of it.
Turn all things to honey; this is the law of divine living.
We’re all works in progress, honey. And believe me when I tell you that I’ve had to work harder than most.
The undulent landscape looks serene in every direction. Honey-colored farmhouses, gently placed in hollows, rise like thick loaves of bread set out to cool.
Pigs may like honey, but that doesn't stop it being sweet.