“Emotions buzz through our beings like busy bees, giving us the gift of living vividly.” — Amy Leigh Mercree Copy Share Image
“Style is not how you write. It is how you do not write like anyone else. * * * How do you… — Charles Ghigna Copy Share Image
So our student will flit like a busy bee through the entire garden of literature, light on every blossom, collect a little… — Desiderius Erasmus Copy Share Image
“Like busy bees in springtime, coming and going, sitting and standing, settling together and flying apart.” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
Look around you what do you see? I see the birds and the butterflies all around the buzzing of busy bee's the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I'm an atheist, I always thought, 'This is it.' If there is going to be a heaven, it should be on earth.… — Edmund White Copy Share Image
“The music of the busy bee Is drowsy, and it comforts me; But, ah! ’tis quite another thing, When that same bee… — Dave Goulson Copy Share Image
“He didn’t at all see why the busy bee should be proposed as a model to him; he supposed the Bee liked… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Don’t run away from the gains because it comes with pains. If you ever love to go for the sweet honey, be… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
“Vices are simply overworked virtues, anyway. Economy and frugality are to be commended but follow them on in an increasing ratio and… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower! — Isaac Watts Copy Share Image
“Even the busiest bee does not move from one flower to another as often as an untamed mind moves from one thought… — Mokokoma Mokhonoana Copy Share Image
If a man does not go about his work with enthusiasm, it means that he has not yet found a work that… — George Ade Copy Share Image
“When the weaver bird flies, nobody talks; when the busy bee flies, no one will make comments... But when a human being… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
“The night people, people like her, had melted back into their hiding places. Now the city was ruled by the day people.… — Nicole Trope Copy Share Image
