Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.— Leigh Hunt
Joyful Little Bee quotations
A little progress each day adds up to bg results.
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.
Believe it or not the war on Iraq is based on a sound scientific principle, The bee hive principle. Which clearly states that if you are stung by a bee, you should follow it back to its nest and then proceed to beat nest to a pulp with a baseball bat until the stripey little turd has learned its lesson.
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love and a little drunk.
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. Charles Tennyson Turner - A Summer Night in the Bee Hive The happiness of the bee & the dolphin is to exist. For man it is to know that & to wonder at it.
So when I say that I am a refugee, you must understand that there is no refuge.
A scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.
Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.
Kids are without a doubt the most suspicious diners in the world.
They will eat mud (raw or baked) rocks, paste, crayons, ball-point pens, moving goldfish, cigarette butts, and cat food. Try to coax a little beef stew into their mouths and they look at you like a puppy when you stand over him with the Sunday paper rolled up.
Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
I have to tell it again and again: I have no doctrine.
I only point out something. I point out reality, I point out something in reality which has not or too little been seen. I take him who listens to me at his hand and lead him to the window. I push open the window and point outside. I have no doctrine, I carry on a dialogue.
Look for something positive in every day, even if some days you have to look a little harder.
If he [Thomas Edison] had a needle to find in a haystack, he would not stop to reason where it was most likely to be, but would proceed at once with the feverish diligence of a bee, to examine straw after straw until he found the object of his search. ... [J]ust a little theory and calculation would have saved him ninety percent of his labor.
I’m telling you, trouble is like the ocean. It covers two thirds of the world.
So our student will flit like a busy bee through the entire garden of literature, light on every blossom, collect a little nectar from each, and carry it to his hive.
Stop letting people who do so little for you control so much of your mind, feeling and emotions.
How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!
We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, 'I survived'.
The first concert I ever went to was the Bee Gees.
I don't know if you remember the Bee Gees. My mom took me. I was little. But my mom was a big disco fan, and - my mom took me to the Bee Gees. Looking back now, it's pretty embarrassing if your first concert was with your mom.
To a great mind, nothing is little.
Sometimes I think of myself as a little bee.
I go from one area of the studio to another and gather pollen and sort of stimulate everybody. I guess that’s the job I do.
I found a little beetle, so that beetle was his name
On the day we filmed the scene, a bee stung me.
I screamed and cried so much they called a doctor, and my father said, "It can't hurt that badly!" But it wasn't the pain that upset me, it was the thought that I mightn't be in the film. Already the little professional.
You need a little bit of insanity to do great things.
Every little thing wants to be loved.
If I could relive my life, what I would do is work with scientists.
But not one scientist, because they're locked into their little specializations. I'd go from scientist to scientist to scientist, like a bee goes from flower to flower.
I was carrying two cargoes. Yes, one of them was horror, but the other one was hope.
The greatest oak was once a little nut who held her ground.
I find you in all small and lovely things;
in the little fishes like flames in the green water, in the furred and stupid softness of bumble-bees fat as laughter, in all the chiming radiance of warmth and light and scent in the summer garden.
Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sunny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet, in the moment Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gi'es to me.
I hadn't been out to the hives before, so to start off she gave me a lesson in what she called 'bee yard etiquette'. She reminded me that the world was really one bee yard, and the same rules work fine in both places. Don't be afraid, as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still, don't be an idiot; wear long sleeves and pants. Don't swat. Don't even think about swatting. If you feel angry, whistle. Anger agitates while whistling melts a bee's temper. Act like you know what you're doing, even if you don't. Above all, send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved.
Don't use a lot where a little will do.
I don't know Hillary's Clinton stance on urban farming.
I don't know Donald Trump's stance or Bernie Sanders's for that matter. But the Obamas have been amazing. You know, Michelle Obama, she planted that garden. She keeps bees there at the White House. Little known fact, though, is that Laura Bush also had an organic garden but she never told anyone about it.
The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail;
The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.
The careful insect 'midst his works I view, Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew, With golden treasures load his little thighs, And steer his distant journey through the skies.
A little progress each day adds up.
I'm an atheist, I always thought, 'This is it.
' If there is going to be a heaven, it should be on earth. I feel much happier than most people. I'm fairly stoic about death, but I'm not keen on dying if it's going to be long and protracted. I don't have dark nights of the soul, except occasionally. I'm such a little busy bee.
The little cannot bee great, unlesse he devoure many.
[The little cannot be great unless he devour many.]
I work like a bee and feel that I accomplish little.
A little progress each day adds up to big results.
Fear is like a little garden spider that makes us jump back or the poor lost bee on the steering wheel that we blame for our automobile wreck. The problem in fear is our response - the way we treat animals or insects that frighten us. . . . Fear is also the universal scapegoat we blame when we take flight from intimacy or shrink up inside ourselves in a thousand little ways.
Some guys like to undermine a girl's self-esteem with little verbal jabs.
Eventually it all adds up. One bee sting doesn't hurt a horse, but enough bee stings can kill a horse.
Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive
We don't forget.... Our heads may be small, but they are as full of memories as the sky may sometimes be full of swarming bees, thousands and thousands of memories, of smells, of places, of little things that happened to us and which came back, unexpectedly, to remind us who we are.
Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum; Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!