Welcome to my garage! This is where I go to get away from the honey-do list.
We are the bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.
So on one hand, honey is an amazingly sophisticated and efficient food source. On the other hand, it's bee backwash.
One may be clogged with honey and unable to rise and fly.
What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.
Honey, the only experts in PMS are men. That's why men are so good at fighting wars; they learned Escape and Evade at home.
If honey bees become extinct, human society will follow in four years.
In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.
You're more than just neither, honey. There's other ways to be than either-or. It's not so simple. Otherwise there wouldn't be so many people who don't fit.
Why honey, don't you want to get dressed?" My mother took care never to tell me to do anything. She would only reason with me sweetly, like one intelligent, mature person with another. It's almost three in the afternoon. " I'm writing a novel," I said. "I haven't got time to change into this and change into that.
I do happen to love Honey Nut Cheerios. I don't know if I want to walk down to the store in my pajamas for them. But I do love them.
Honey is sweet, "and so is knowledge, but knowledge is like the bee that made that sweet honey, you have to chase it through the pages of a book. " (taken from "Thank you, Mr. Falker" )
We may stop lovin' to watch Bugs Bunny, but he can't take the place of my honey.
If I had my life to live over again, I'd live it the same way. Maybe a few changes here or there, but nothing special. The truth is, honey, I've enjoyed my life. I've had a hell of a good time.
Bread of flour is good; but there is bread, sweet as honey, if we would eat it, in a good book.
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 the party went away quickly, but thats the trouble with ticking and talking.
The sweetness of life lies in usefulness, like honey deep in the heart of a clover bloom.
That's what I'm living on now, honey, dreams, dreams of what I used to do.
Is there any possibility of getting the super Welfare State's honey and avoiding the sting?