Quotes About Honey

When I'm out with my girlfriends at the bar, and I see some young 18-year old boy, just for fun I say, 'Hi honey. Do you like girls? Do you like girls exclusively? Oh, good.'

Honey's just not honey. There's so many different varieties, so many different flavours.

I'm bad with breakfast as I find it unlocks the eating door for the rest of the day, but sometimes I love a bowl of porridge with flaked coconut, crushed pistachios and a drizzle of honey.

When you hear buzz around the beehive, you know they're making honey in there.

If you're struggling with that sweet tooth, try making healthy sugar swaps using things like honey, maple syrup, and medjool dates. These are all completely natural and will satisfy any sweet cravings.

I have the biggest sweet tooth, and just recently a doughnut shop in Portland called Pip's Original introduced a doughnut inspired by me called the 'Dirty Wu.' It is a cinnamon-sugar doughnut with sea salt, drizzled with honey and Nutella.

I am well aware that the writers of New York, London, and Toronto are more readily noticed, though the shadowy and potent Ozarks Literary Cabal does what it can for me, then nightly joins me for dinner and calls me 'honey.'

I love my husband's fried chicken, but I took it to the next level by swiping it with Cholula honey butter - I'm a total hot-sauce freak.

She uses that shampoo," he sighed. "What shampoo?" "The one with honey in it." Ric's eyes crossed. "Oh, my God." "She was sitting in that tree, her leg bleeding out, and all I could think about was how good her hair smelled.

And all Jess knew about Gwen was that she threatened Brendon Shaw's cranky sister with acid during the wedding. Not that Jess blamed her or anything, because Marissa Shaw could be a real bitch, but Lock deserved a lovely sow who loved him, pampered him, and understood his obsession with honey.

Or, how sweet just to say of a great, burly man: he's a honey.

The honey guide leads a Masai tribesperson to a beehive. The bird waits for him or her to scatter the bees and take the honey. Then the bird feasts on the honeycomb.

I'm not a person whom the sight of olive oil repels, and I love Greek cooking. We had onion soup with grated cheese on top; then the souvlaka, which comes spiced with lemon and herbs, and flanked with chips and green beans in oil and a big dish of tomato salad. Then cheese, and halvas, which is a sort of loaf made of grated nuts and honey, and is delicious. And finally the wonderful grapes of Greece.

but an enterprising microbrewer in the Navy Mess suggested that we could use the honey in a beer recipe, which led to the purchase of a home brew kit and made me the first presidential brewmaster. (George Washington, I was told, made his own whiskey.)

Life is a flower of which love is honey.

The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth so.

Ah, love is a voyage with water and a star, in drowning air and squalls of precipitate bran; love is a war of lights in the lightning flashes, two bodies blasted in a single burst of honey.

He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and dropped in a dollop of honey and cream. He sat by the window, cup in hand, watching the first snow fall. "I am," he sighed deeply, "contented as a clam. I am a most happy man.

If you want honey you need a hive of bees. But if you were trying to decide if making honey was a good idea, bees would be the last creatures to ask.

There are fans of some of the old movies that'll mention those, and there's people that have little kids that'll look at me and say, 'Wow, I just watched 'Honey, I Shrunk the Kids' 35,000 times, and here you are!'

Years later, a Jackson partisan (who wasn't at Knoxville) said Jackson had praised the melodiousness of "Tennessee" as a word that had "as sweet a flavor on the tongue as hot corn-cakes and honey.

Myron swiveled toward a voice like warm honey on Sunday pancakes. With her long, purposeful stride - not the shy-girl walk of the too-tall or the nasty strut of a model - Brenda Slaughter swept into the room like a radar-tracked weather system.

Your family is coming here?" a voice from the doorway eagerly asked. Livy snarled. "Kyle—" "Honey badgers? Honey badgers are coming to stay with us?

...love is our true nature. When we do not express love in our words and actions it is like honey hidden in a rock.