Can you imagine if you had a pair of shoes that you could only walk in? That could be kind of limiting… — Arj Barker Copy Share Image
I was the kind of person that was very social and liked to be with an entourage and have lots of parties… — Sandra Cisneros Copy Share Image
... indeed, what reason may not go to school to the wisdom of bees, ants, and spiders? What wise hand teacheth them… — Thomas Browne Copy Share Image
The human race, in its intellectual life, is organized like the bees: the masculine soul is a worker, sexually atrophied, and essentially… — George Santayana Copy Share Image
Spelling bees? Spelling bees do not scare me. I competed in the National Spelling Bee twice, thank you very much. My dad… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
Through the window I can see Rooks above the cherry-tree, Sparrows in the violet bed, Bramble-bush and bumble-bee, And old red bracken… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
It is perfectly delightful to take advantage of the conscientious labors of those who go through and through volume after volume, divide… — Robert Green Ingersoll Copy Share Image
My sense is that the most under-appreciated-and perhaps most under-researched-linkages between forests and food security are the roles that forest-based ecosystem services… — Frances Ford Seymour Copy Share Image
That moment she was mine, mine, fair, Perfectly pure and good: I found A thing to do, and all her hair In… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
“the smell of resin filled the air. A thrush was singing somewhere. Late harebells were thick among the grass, and small blue… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
Lately I was near the beehives and some of the bees flew onto my face. I wanted to raise my hand, and… — Saint Francis de Sales Copy Share Image
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“...The world was really one bee yard, and the same rules work fine in both places. Don't be afraid, as no life-loving… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“our investigation led us to discover was that at the peak of the battle the Jewish soldiers owed their success less to… — Larry Collins Copy Share Image
All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee; All the wonder and wealth of the… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk The dew that lay upon the morning grass; There is no rustling in… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Here may I live what life I please, Married and buried out of sight, - Married to pleasure and buried to pain,… — Violet Fane Copy Share Image
Let us not go hurrying about and collecting honey, bee-like buzzing here and there for a knowledge of what is not to… — John Keats Copy Share Image
How many men Have spent their blood in their dear country's service, Yet now pine under want; while selfish slaves, That even… — Thomas Otway Copy Share Image
Rememberest the gods, and that they wish not to be flattered, but wish all reasonable beings to be made like themselves; and...… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
“Dutifully, the Count put the spoon in his mouth. In an instant, there was the familiar sweetness of fresh honey—sunlit, golden, and… — Amor Towles Copy Share Image
Here’s what I learned: First thing in the morning, before I have drowned myself in coffee, while I still have that sleepy… — Merrill Markoe Copy Share Image
Outside his office my father had a framed copy of a letter written by Abraham Lincoln to his son's teacher, translated into… — Malala Yousafzai Copy Share Image
“Lady Gregory, in a note to her play Aristotle’s Bellows, writes: Aristotle’s name is a part of our folklore. The wife of… — Hilda M. Ransome Copy Share Image
My relationship to the desecration of the earth was very theoretical and intellectual until I got sick. I could never watch anything… — Eve Ensler Copy Share Image
The trouble is with socialism, which resembles a form of mental illness more than it does a philosophy. Socialists get bees in… — L. Neil Smith Copy Share Image
Sometimes human beings are very much like bees. Bees are fiercely protective of their hive, provided you are outside it. Once you’re… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
[Late-night host] is not really a job for a woman. You can't have kids and be a late-night host.I mean Samantha Bee… — Chelsea Handler Copy Share Image
“Bees were busy, or at least endeavouring to look and sound busy, in the thyme by the trackside. Cloud shadows flickered over… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
I have never seen an adequate description anywhere of the amazement, the uncomprehending horror of the bulk of the American people which… — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
Fear is like a little garden spider that makes us jump back or the poor lost bee on the steering wheel that… — Dan Millman Copy Share Image
And they brought an Owl, and a useful Cart, And a pound of Rice, and a CranberryTart, And a hive of silvery… — Edward Lear Copy Share Image
When a honeybee dies it releases a death pheromone, a characteristic odour that signals the survivors to remove it from the hive.… — Carl Sagan Copy Share Image
How to extract its honey from the flower of the world. That is my everyday business. I am as busy as a… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden. The two processes complement… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
I am brave," Will said... "Yes, you are," Magnus said, and kissed him. It wasn't the most dramatic kiss, but Will failed… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Then there is that other appeal, the stronger one, of spending, during certain parts of the year, a ten- or twelve- hour… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
. . . God is too busy making the sun come up and go down and watching so the moon floats just… — Bryce Courtenay Copy Share Image
Well, I can understand how you feel. You worked hard, studying for the spelling bee, and I suppose you feel you let… — Charles M. Schulz Copy Share Image
we are continually overflowing toward those who preceded us, toward our origin, and toward those who seemingly come after us. ... It… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image