Quotes About Bees

When all is said and done, how do we not 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. Come into the world again, wild bees, wild bees!

dropped peacefully into sleep, to dream of kilted Highland men, and the sound of soft-spoken Scots, burring round a fire like the sound of bees in the heather.

It was very quiet here on the mountainside, but, quiet in the of hills and forests. A quiet that wasn't silent at all, but composed of constant tiny sounds. It was small buzzing in the gorse bush nearby, of bees working the yellow flowers -dusty with pollen, far below was the rushing of the burn, a low note echoing the wind above stirring leaves and rattling twigs sighing past the jutting boulders.

bees that hae honey in their mouths hae stings in their tails

But bees that hae honey in their mouths hae stings in their tails, aye?' He

But bees that hae honey in their mouths hae stings in their tails, aye?

I looked on up to her eyes and held there steady, thinking pretty soon she'd look away, and then when I knew she wouldn't the silver thread our eyes were joined by began to hum like far-off bees. I felt my soul melt and flow out along it. I felt my heart melt and drip off my fingertips.

If the cavaliere, heading toward the pirate ship, meant to reach this Zaira, she must be a woman who was there in those Ottoman countries. Maybe his whole life had been dominated by longing for that woman; maybe she was the image of lost happiness that he pursued by raising bees or designing canals.

It takes a dozen bees to gather enough nectar to make a teaspoon of honey, each of them alighting on roughly 2,600 flowers and flying 850 miles back and forth. A worker bee weighs little more than a breath—around 100 milligrams—but she can carry half her body weight in nectar.

According to natural selection, bees should not exist. Although workers construct the comb, tend to the queen, and feed the larvae, they're sterile themselves, and don't pass those productive genes to the next generation. Plus, stinging is suicide, and passing on a suicide gene makes no biological sense. And yet, the species has been around for a hundred million years. Why? A biologist will say it's because of group selection.

Dark honey from the second harvest. It's made late in the season after the nectar drought at the end of July when the bees turn to goldenrod and sunflowers instead. It's deeper and richer, it tastes like secrets.

This has always been my favorite fact about bees: in their world, destiny is fluid. You might start life as a worker, and end up a queen.

Revered as God's servants, the bees they lure provide mead and honey for the table and beeswax candles for church services, which is why many churches planted linden trees in their courtyards. The bee-church connection became so strong that once, at the turn of the fifteenth century, the villagers of Mazowsze passed a law condemning honey thieves and hive vandals

boulevards. Revered as God's servants, the bees they lure provide mead and honey for the table and beeswax candles for church services, which is why many churches planted linden trees in their courtyards. The bee-church connection became so strong that once, at the turn of the fifteenth century, the villagers of Mazowsze passed a law condemning honey thieves and hive vandals to death. In

Es un hecho que no podríamos vivir sin las abejas y que nuestra vida depende también de los terremotos.

Bees are excellent engineers, better than even you. They are are hard workers...They are as brave as Indian warriors. And they make honey. Far better than humans, my friend.

The mad mob does not ask how it could be better, only that it be different. And when it then becomes worse, it must change again. Thus they get bees for flies, and at last hornets for bees.

Surely there was some divine trick to make the hours go faster. To let them slip past unseen, to sleep for years, so that when I woke again the world would be new. I closed my eyes. Through the window I heard the bees singing in the garden. My lion's tail beat against the stones. An eternity later, when I opened my eyes, the shadows had not even moved.

I am a shadow now, alas! alas! Upon the skirts of human-nature dwelling Alone: I chant alone the holy mass, While little sounds of life are round me knelling, And glossy bees at noon do fieldward pass, And many a chapel bell the hour is telling, 310 Paining me through: those sounds grow strange to me, And thou art distant in Humanity.

En otro tiempo creí que la abeja era un beso con alas. Acabo de mojar mi dedo en un panal, y todo el perfume de la miel nueva se evaporó. Ha cesado de agradarme la miel.

So on one hand, honey is an amazingly sophisticated and efficient food source. On the other hand, it's bee backwash.

When you go after honey with a balloon, the great thing is not to let the bees know you're coming.

Le api originariamente si sono evolute dalle vespe circa 125 milioni di anni fa, smettendo di essere predatrici per diventare cercatrici di nettare e di polline.

Il loro valore economico globale per l'agricoltura è stato stimato in 217 miliardi di dollari nel 2008, in quanto circa un terzo di tutte le coltivazioni beneficia o dipende in maniera esclusiva dall'impollinazione da parte degli insetti, in particolare dalle api.