The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
He would have shaved the centaurs, dipped them in honey, covered them with feathers, and hung them up like a bunch of pinatas. I'm just saying. " - Warren
Money honey, if you want to get along with me.
Good stories flow like honey but bad stories stick in the craw [gullet]. What is a bad story? It's a story that cannot be absorbed in the first time of reading. It's a story that leaves questions unanswered.
I am here now, because I am supposed to be here. And I guess when it is my time to cross over there, I will be over there. I am not religious, but I am spiritual, honey. My day is coming!
If you got the money honey I got the time and when you run out of money honey I run out of time.
Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.
I remember my oldest son, Steve, saying to me once, 'I don't ever remember seeing you with an apron on. ' And I thought, that's right, honey, you did not. That was his concept of what a mother should be.
If there's anything I like better than honey and ketchup, it's baloney and whipped cream --- and we haven't got any!
Bees are sometimes drowned in the honey which they collectso some writers are lost in their collected learning.
It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit. The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever,But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather.
Do you think I got stung because I have honey in my coffee every day?
No honey is sweeter than that of knowledge.
I know this much: if you gotta write, honey, you gotta write. Some call it a disease, some a madness. Ah, but I call it love.
The spirit of humility is sweeter than honey, and those who nourish themselves with this honey produce sweet fruit.
This is just one of those annoying and unjust differences between you and your younger sibling. . . I was probably fifteen before I could go to a friend's house without giving mom an FBI dossier on the people; Bex can practically hitchhike on the freeway with a mere "Have fun, honey.
Honey, I plan to marry you the moment the ink is dry on that death certificate.
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 finally realized the happy medium, 'honey blonde' was the correct color and line for me.
Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.
