Bees Quote by Emily Dickinson

A silence, the brief Sabbath of an hour, Reigns o'er the fields; the laborer sits within His dwelling; he has left his steers awhile,…

— William C. Bryant

“In mirth he mocks the other birds at noon, Catching the lilt of every easy tune; But when the day departs he sings of…

— Henry Van Dyke

Everywhere bees go racing with the hours, / For every bee becomes a drunken lover, / Standing upon his head to sup the flowers.

— Vita Sackville-West

“The music of the busy bee Is drowsy, and it comforts me; But, ah! ’tis quite another thing, When that same bee concludes to…

— Dave Goulson

Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the…

— Jean Ingelow

Labor is life: from the inmost heart of the worker rises his God-given force, the sacred celestial life-essence breathed into him by Almighty God!

— Thomas Carlyle

“Within two minutes, or even less, he had forgotten all his troubles. Not because his troubles were one whit less heavy and bitter to…

— Mark Twain

A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.

— John Keats

Vineyards and shining harvests, pastures, arbors, And all this our very utmost toil Can hardly care for, we wear down our strength Whether in…

— Lucretius

The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves, Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives; Over and over To the lowly clover…

— John Vance Cheney

“he would now have comprehended that work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do, and that play consists of whaterver a body…

— Mark Twain

Labor, you know, is prayer.

— Bayard Taylor