Fresh, sweet honeysuckle. Ripe and rich and ready to be…

So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle Gently entwist; the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. O how I love…

— Anonymous

“Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and the ducks…

— Brandi L. Bates

“Honeysuckle iced petals,' scoffed one John Bull, spying my menu. 'I should as soon eat a bouquet of flowers. You must serve me solid…

— Martine Bailey

“He looked down at her and caught a whiff of the honeysuckle fragrance of her hair. God, how he loved that smell. He’d planted…

— Jess Michaels

It was a hot afternoon and I can still remember the smell of honeysuckle all along the street. How can I have known that…

— Billy Wilder

“I didn't know then that the sweet life could be like honeysuckle smothering a barbed-wire fence.”

— Anne Lovett

“And of a Sunday swarm the folk Under the honeysuckle vine, Quaffing, the while they talk and smoke, The sun, the melody, the wine.”

— Théophile Gautier

“The low, white house nestled at the top of the meadows, its back against the hill that rose behind it, protecting it from the…

— Paula Brackston

Sometimes I like to run naked in the moonlight and the wind, on a little trail behind our house, when the honeysuckle blooms. It's…

— Dolly Parton

The honeysuckle was everywhere the day the letter arrived, like heat. Wild roses bloomed in hedges of tendrils and perfume. There were fat bees,…

— Cathleen Schine

“Honeysuckle. She smelled of honeysuckle. He thought about her pert little nose. He'd wanted to smile every time she tilted it to demonstrate her…

— Lorraine Heath

“also toyed with The Anthemion which is the name of a honeysuckle ornament, consisting of elaborate interlacements and expanding clusters, but nobody liked it;”

— Vladimir Nabokov

How could I have known that murder can sometimes smell like honeysuckle?

— Fred MacMurray

“Honeysuckle: A hardy flowering vine or shrub with sprays of tubular blossoms whose strong, honeyed scent offers protection from those who intend harm”

— Meg Donohue

I plucked a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled my feet…

— Dante Gabriel Rossetti