The bee is more honored than other animals, not because she labors, but because she labors for others.— Saint John Chrysostom
Instructive Bees And Honey quotations
Life is too short to be anything but happy.
For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Like the bee gathering honey from the different flowers, the wise person accepts the essence of the different scriptures and sees only the good in all religions.
Be someone you want to be around
The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their might honey-comb, They dream their polity shall long survive.
This (presidential) system will not bear any resemblance to dictatorships under the same name in Africa and Asia, (It) will be unique to Turkey, it will be like a bee making honey, taking something from every flower and giving us a taste of a truly different honey.
Just as bees make honey from thyme, the strongest and driest of herbs, so do the wise profit from the most difficult of experiences.
We enjoy life's garden. Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
It is not the bee's touching of the flower that gathers honey, but her abiding for a time upon the flower that draws out the sweet. It is not he that reads most, but he that meditates most, that will prove the choicest, sweetest, wisest and strongest Christian.
I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart.
And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.
If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live.
People must not turn into bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.
I go to books and to nature as a bee goes to the flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.
If you are an ardent reader, seek not brilliant and erudite texts;
otherwise the demon of haughtiness will strike your heart. But like a wise bee that gathers honey from flowers, so also through your reading obtain healing for your soul.
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" )
The only person you should try to be better than is the person you were yesterday
The squirrel hoards nuts and the bee gathers honey, without knowing what they do, and they are thus provided for without selfishness or disgrace.
We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.
LIFE is a mosaic of pleasure and pain - grief is an interval between two moments of joy. Peace is the interlude between two wars. You have no rose without a thorn; the diligent picker will avoid the pricks and gather the flower. There is no bee without the sting; cleverness consists in gathering the honey nevertheless.
The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.
As bees gather honey, so we collect what is sweetest out of all things and build.
The bees pillage the flowers here and there but they make honey of them which is all their own; it is no longer thyme or marjolaine: so the pieces borrowed from others he will transform and mix up into a work all his own.
So on one hand, honey is an amazingly sophisticated and efficient food source.
On the other hand, it's bee backwash.
A drop of honey catches more flies than a gallon of gall.
The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk, and such. The bee, his hive, Well-honeyed hum, And Mother cuts Chrysanthemums. Like plates washed clean With suds, the days Are polished with A morning haze.
The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.
The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
Be your own hero
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.
How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!
We once grew good without chemicals. We never grew food without bees.
The two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.
Focus on the roses: 'A person who gathers honey will not escape being stung by bees. A person who gathers roses will not escape being scratched by thorns.' The positive things in life also have negative aspects. Keep your focus on the beautiful roses of the world, and the thorns will seem trivial and inconsequential.
Just as the queen bee, the highest-ranking, peerless creature of her hive, is surrounded by lowly drones to please her, whereas the workers produce honey, the same way is the one who sits on the throne an equal only to himself, and no one's companion.
I'd say a man is someone who is strong-minded, moral, genuine, just a good human beeing.
Every saint has a bee in his halo.
A bird in the boughs sang "June," And "June" hummed a bee In a Bacchic glee As he tumbled over and over Drunk with the honey-dew.
One can no more approach people without love than one can approach bees without care. Such is the quality of bees.
Imagine spending four billion years stocking the oceans with seafood, filling the ground with fossil fuels, and drilling the bees in honey production -- only to produce a race of bed-wetters!
Here's the secret that every successful software company is based on: You can domesticate programmers the way beekeepers tame bees. You can't exactly communicate with them, but you can get them to swarm in one place and when they're not looking, you can carry off the honey.
If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live. This is regarded as probably NOT a quote by Einstein.
The beautiful laws of time and space, once dislocated by our inaptitude, are holes and dens. If the hive be disturbed by rash and stupid hands, instead of honey, it will yield us bees.
When the bee has gathered the dew of heaven and the earth's sweetest nectar from the flowers, it turns it into honey, then hastens to its hive. In the same way, the priest, having taken from the altar the Son of God (who is as the dew from heaven, and true son of Mary, flower of our humanity), gives him to you as delicious food.