Not all honey- she had concluded- had a specific use beyond what all honey is good for, sweetness and salves. But this honey, it was somehow so strong that it must be for something, though she had still not learnt what it was. The best she had come to was that this honey was for joy...
In recalling my childhood I like to picture myself as a beehive to which various simple obscure people brought the honey of their knowledge and thoughts on life, generously enriching my character with their own experience. Often this honey was dirty and bitter, but every scrap of knowledge was honey all the same.
One thing I've learned - and I've said this to Republicans and Democrats - is, bees cannot sting and make honey at the same time. They have to make a choice. Either they are going to be a stinger or a honey-maker, and I contend that honey is a symbol of legislation and, the nuclear language used by members is the stinger, and you can't do both.
PRAISE YOUR GOD, LORD HAVE MERCY MY MOTHER WARNED ME, MY FATHER CURSED ME GRAND DESIGN, TIME TO MEET YO' MAKER GO ON HONEY SHAKE YO' MONEYMAKER BABY DON'T BE LAZY COME GET YO' PAPER GO ON HONEY SHAKE YO' MONEYMAKER WALK A LITTLE ROAD, SEE WHERE IT GON' TAKE YA GO ON HONEY SHAKE YO' MONEYMAKE
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How to extract its honey from the flower of the world. That is my everyday business. I am as busy as a bee about it. I ramble over fields on that errand and am never so happy as when I feel myself heavy with honey and wax. I am like a bee searching the livelong day for the sweets of nature.
Henry David Thoreau
You mean you live down here?' Matilda asked. 'I do', Miss Honey replied, but she said no more. Matilda had never once stopped to think about where Miss Honey might be living. She had always regarded her purely as a teacher, a person who turned up out of nowhere and taught at school and then went away again.
-What's so funny?" "-Sorry, " David said, reddening again. "You just taste so sweet." "-What do you mean, sweet?" He licked his bottom lip one more time. "-You taste like honey." "-Honey?" "-Yeah, I thought I was going nuts the day... well, you know, that one day. But it was the same today. Your mouth is really sweet." He paused for a second, then grinned. "-Hot like honey-like nectar. That makes more sense." "-Great. Now I'm going to have to explain that to everyone I kiss for the rest of my life unless it's you or another faerie." She'd almost said Tamani's name. Her fingers flew to the ring around her neck. David shrugged. "-Then don't kiss anyone except me." "-David... " "-I'm just offering up the obvious solution, " he said, hands up in protest.
Honey comes out of the air At early dawn the leaves of trees are found bedewed with honey. Whether this is the perspiration of the sky or a sort of saliva of the stars, or the moisture of the air purging itself, nevertheless it brings with it the great pleasure of its heavenly nature. It is always of the best quality when it is stored in the best flowers.
Pliny the Elder
My dad studies and practices homeopathy and Ayurveda medicine. He's a strong believer in both honey and milk as forms of healing. Honey is the one food that does not die. It does not expire. Growing up, he'd always be mixing up almonds or turmeric or gram flower with milk to cure a cough or a cold.
I have a 10 year old at home, and she is always saying, 'That's not fair.' When she says that, I say, "Honey, you're cute; that's not fair. Your family is pretty well off; that's not fair. You were born in America; that's not fair. Honey, you had better pray to God that things don't start getting fair for you.
P. J. O'Rourke
What kind of tea do you want?" "There ´s more than one kind of tea?...What do you have?" "Let ´s see... Blueberry, Raspberry, Ginseng, Sleepytime, Green Tea, Green Tea with Lemon, Green Tea with Lemon and Honey, Liver Disaster, Ginger with Honey, Ginger Without Honey, Vanilla Almond, White Truffle Coconut, Chamomile, Blueberry Chamomile, Decaf Vanilla Walnut, Constant Comment and Earl Grey." -"I.. Uh...What are you having?... Did you make some of those up?
Bryan Lee O'Malley
Buckminster Fuller himself was fond of stating that what seems to be happening at the moment is never the full story of what is really going on. He liked to point out that for the honey bee, it is the honey that is important. But the bee is at the same time nature's vehicle for carrying out cross-pollination of the flowers. Interconnectedness is a fundamental principle of nature. Nothing is isolated. Each event connects with others.
SEEMS JUST YESTERDAY YOU WERE IN MY ARMS AND IN A SPECIAL WAY YOU TOUCHED MY HEART WITH ALL YOUR CHARMS AND NOW YOU'RE GONE OH AND I FIND MYSELF, HONEY, I'M ALL ALONE AND THERE'S NO LOVE LEFT TO TAKE DON'T KNOW WHERE I FELL, FOR YOU I'VE ALWAYS CARED I DID ALL I KNOW TO WIN YOUR LOVE AND MAKE IT SO YOU'D ALWAYS STAY BUT YOU TURNED AWAY HONEY, WHAT COULD I SAY? HOW COULD YOU, HOW COULD YOU, HOW COULD YOU DO ME THIS WAY? 'CAUSE I'M CHAINED TO YOUR LOVE AND AFFECTION 'CAUSE I'M CHAINED; OH YOUR LOVE'S MY ONLY DIRECTION OH OH OH OH AH AH AH
I had to weave and play around with a honey bear, you know, and I could wrestle with him a little bit, but there's no way you can even wrestle a honey bear, let alone a grizzly bear that's standing ten feet to eleven feet tall! Can you imagine? But it was fascinating to work that close to that kind of animal.
But mostly I remember every morning before school. How she'd say "Hey, honey!" just I was walking out the apartment door. And me stopping and turning around and saying "What?" And her saying "I love you." And me rolling my eyes like I just wanted to hurry up so I didn't miss the bus. I'd start going again and she'd say "Hey, honey!" and I'd pretend I was so annoyed 'cause she was wasting time and I had to go catch the bus. And how secretly it was my favorite part of every day.
Matt de la Pena