If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live.
The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.
It takes a bee 10,000,000 trips to collect enough nectar to make 1 pound of honey.
The bee is more honored than other animals, not because she labors, but because she labors for others.
You never can tell with bees.
So on one hand, honey is an amazingly sophisticated and efficient food source. On the other hand, it's bee backwash.
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?
Most people don't have any idea about all the complicated life going on inside a hive. Bees have a secret life we don't know anything about.
For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
The happiness of the bee and the dolphin is to exist. For man it is to know that and to wonder at it.
I've said this over and over, but I'll say it a million more times - I'm concerned more about the death of a bee than I am about terrorism. Because we're losing hives and bees by the millions because of such strong pesticides.
Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.
Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.
His Labor is a Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, for a Bee's experience Of Clovers, and of Noon!
I remember seeing war hero Jimmy Doolittle fly a Gee Bee racer there. He was my childhood hero. Many years later, I was lucky enough to go hunting with him.
Let us turn elsewhere, to the wasps and bees, who unquestionably come first in the laying up of a heritage for their offspring.
Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise
Their Master's flower, but leave it having done,
As fair as ever and as fit to use;
So both the flower doth stay and honey run.
It was a great thing to be a human being. It was something tremendous. Suddenly I'm conscious of a million sensations buzzing in me like bees in a hive. Gentlemen, it was a great thing.
I'm very proud of being a Bee Gee and am always aware that I'll be identified as a Bee Gee.
The solitary Bee Whose buzzing was the only sound of life, Flew there on restless wing, Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death.
O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.
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