Quotes About Bees

The afternoon was dragging towards its mellow hour. The sun was deepening the gold of its lances, the bees were going home and the birds were flying past less often.

The day hums sweetly when you have enough bees working for you.

If there's a swarm of bees outside an open window, it might be a good idea to close the window, even if a few bees have already flown into the house. Somehow, Democrats who oppose shutting the border don't see the analogy.

We have to protect the bees. If we kill the insects and the bees disappear, we're doomed. The balance is delicate and the health of the plants and animals and consumers is... Am I putting you to sleep?

Biology The film turns out to be about bees. It is a film about a bee center. How crap is this going to be? An hour later That was the best thing I have seen for ages. We made Miss Wilson rewind the bit where the two queens were having a bitch fight.

When you go in search of honey, you must expect to be stung by bees.

I like happy things, I'm really calm and peaceful. I like birds, bees, I like people. I like funny things that make me happy and gleeful... like when my teacher sucked my wee-wee in pre-school!

After all, bees alone had managed to establish communism in their hives, thanks to their orderliness and labour. Ants, on the other hand, had only reached the stage of real, natural socialism; this was because they had nothing to produce, and so had merely mastered order and equality. But people? People had neither order nor equality. Even their police were useless, just loafing around by the fence

The crackly, unobtrusive music of the fire was now accompanied by a barely audible chorus of bee-wings emerging from the hives.

shared a pot of fresh bee tea.

Everyone should have two or three hives of bees. Bees are easier to keep than a dog or a cat. They are more interesting than gerbils.

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude And fled to the silence of sweet solitude. Where the flower in green darkness buds, blossoms, and fades, Unseen of all shepherds and flower-loving maids— The hermit bees find them but once and away. There I'll bury alive and in silence decay.

As the honey bees land on flowers and fruits, to sip nectar from that for producing honey; it shows its nature. Similarly, sober and qualified figures, follow visionary subjects and objects, to beautify and purify its vision; it mirrors intellect.

Honey bees provide honey; therefore, have the importance and value; otherwise, those were just like the flies as other normal flies. People bear, even the bite of bees, only for honey; similarly, such human, who becomes beneficial, for others, stays magnificent and valuable; diversely, no one notices that. However, it falls under the slavery of selfishness; such slaves, one doesn't need searching since that exist everywhere.

Despite its lack of size, the bee makes fine honey.

Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt -- O, marvelous error -- That there was a beehive here inside my heart And the golden bees were making white combs And sweet honey from all my failures.

The bees learn where they live by landmarks. If they're moved within their home range, they get confused.

But when melody wells up in thrushes' throats, and bees buzz honeysong, and rock and river clap like hands in summer sun, then misery's drowned in minstrelsy, and Godric's glad in spite of all. Yet sometimes too he's sad in spite of all, God knows, for there are other voices than the poor's.

From all around came very faintly a low sad hum, as the unhoused bees mourned.

The last memory I have Is of a flower which cannot be touched, Through the bloom of which, all day, Fly crazed, missing bees. from "Flower Herding on Mount Monadnock

A third of our food comes from pollinating plants.

My bees cover one thousand square miles of land that I do not own in their foraging flights, flying from flower to flower for which I pay no rent, stealing nectar but pollinating plants in return.

But she went to tell the bees. She felt like an idiot doing it, but she'd promised. She remembered that it wasn't enough just to think at them: you had to say the words out loud. Bees were the messengers between this world and the other worlds, Pilar had said. Between the living and the dead. They carried the Word made air.

And if I sit in that room at the top of the house and I think about my life and if I shut my eyes from time to time and imagine being warm in the summer and I hear the bees buzzing and for a moment I truly am Alice in Wonderland, do you have the heart to tell me I am not?