I'm carded for R-rated movies. And I get talked down to a lot. When I try to go rent a car or buy an airplane ticket or other stuff adults do, I get 'Okaaaaaay, honey. ' I remember when I was 18, getting crayons in a restaurant
Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.
I was the all-American face. You name it, honey - American Dairy Milk, Metropolitan Life insurance, McDonald's, Burger King. The Face That Didn't Matter - that's what I called my face.
I wanted more of those sweltering kisses. I felt terrible about that. But the warm sunny fragrance of him. . . he smelled better than any human being I'd ever met. "Okay" I said unsteadily, "forget what I said about not exchanging names. Who are you?" "For you, honey. . . I'm trouble. " -Haven & Hardy
A bee rose up from a sun-filled paper cup, off to make slum honey from some diet root beer it had found inside.
Beespittle, droppings, hairs of beefur: all become honey. Virulent micro-organisms cannot survive in honey.
Driving most supercars is like trying to manhandle a cow up a back staircase, but this is like smearing honey onto Keira Knightley.
Love has both its gall and honey in abundance: it has sweetness to the taste, but it presents bitterness also to satiety.
Honey, I am going to my grave with my eyelashes and my makeup on.
I'm a hundred-and-one years old and at my age, honey, I can say what I want!
We were romantics. We didn't just read poetry. We let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared. Women swooned, and gods were created, gentlemen. Not a bad way to spend an evening, eh?
Really skinny actresses make me hungry. I see them and think, 'Honey, you need to eat!'
Any land will flow with milk and honey if it is worked with honest hands!
For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.
You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans Drip of honey on the money maker gotta be The best buzz I'm ever gonna find Hey, I'm a little drunk on you And high on summertime
When all is said and done, how do we know but that our own unreason may be better than another's truth? for it has been warmed on our hearths and in our souls, and is ready for the wild bees of truth to hive in it, and make their sweet honey.
No matter how your world falls apart-and honey, that's what happens: we all build ourselves a world, and then it falls apart-but no matter how that happens, you still have the kind heart you've had since you were a child, and that's all that really counts.
When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?
Hebe's here, May is here! The air is fresh and sunny; And the miser-bees are busy Hoarding golden honey.
Women are the most charitable creatures, and the most troublesome. He who shuns women passes up the trouble, but also the benefits. He who puts up with them gains the benefits, but also the trouble. As the saying goes, there's no honey without bees.
