Bees Quote by Francis Quarles Download Open image “Charity is a naked child, giving honey to a bee without wings.” — Francis Quarles ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.2 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bees Charity Children Generosity Giving Honey Naked Wings
Charity is like warmth in springtime or summer that causes grass, plants, and trees to grow. Without charity, or spiritual warmth, nothing grows. — Emanuel Swedenborg Copy Share Image
Charity is that sweet-smelling savor of Jesus Christ, which vanishes and is extinguished from the moment that it is exposed. — Jean Baptiste Massillon Copy Share Image
Charity is a flower not naturally of earthly growth, and it needs manuring with a promise of profit. — Ouida Copy Share Image
Charity is unconscious of itself, there is no accumulation first and then distribution. It is like the flower - natural, open, spontaneous. — Jiddu Krishnamurti Copy Share Image
Charity is the sweet and holy bond which links the soul with its Creator: it binds God with man and man with God. — St. Catherine of Siena Copy Share Image
Charity is the drowning of justice in the craphole of mercy. — Johann Heinrich Pestalozzi Copy Share Image
“Charity is obedient1 to no created thing, but only to Love. Charity has nothing of her own, and even if she had anything, she… — Margaret Porette Copy Share Image
This is not charity. This is business: business with a social objective, which is to help people get out of poverty. — Muhammad Yunus Copy Share Image
We may like the honey without liking the bee, but this will not be ethical! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
Charity is not an act but a way of life, a condition of the heart. — Robert L. Millet Copy Share Image
Be neither too early in the fashion, nor too long out of it, nor too precisely in it; what custom hath civilized is become… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
The World's a Printing-House, our words, our thoughts, Our deeds, are characters of several sizes. Each soul is a Compos'tor, of whose faults The… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Luxury is an enticing pleasure, a bastard mirth, which hath honey in her mouth, gall in her heart, and a sting in her tail. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Deliberate long before thou consecrate a friend, and when thy impartial justice concludes him worthy of thy bosom, receive him joyfully, and entertain him… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
What treasures here do Mammon's sons behold! Yet know that all that which glitters is not gold. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Meditation is the life of the soul: Action, the soul of meditation; and honor the reward of action. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
The world is deceitful; her end is doubtful, her conclusion is horrible, her judge terrible, and her judgment is intolerable. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
I wish thee as much pleasure in the reading, as I had in the writing. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
The suburbs of folly is vain mirth, and profuseness of laughter is the city of fools. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
The fountain of beauty is the heart and every generous thought illustrates the walls of your chamber. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
The strong desires of man's insatiate breast may stand possess'd Of all that earth can give; but earth can give no rest. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Those who have not been stung will hardly fear a bee the same as those who have. — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
Pray look upon the plants and birds, the ants, spiders, and bees, and you will see them all exerting their nature, and busy in… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
You see, years ago I was just an ordinary bee minding my own business, smelling flowers all day, and occasionally picking up part-time work… — Norton Juster Copy Share Image
It is hard to imagine a world without bees. It would be even harder to live in it. — Barry Gardiner Copy Share Image
When I heard that the bees were in trouble, the fact that they're disappearing and not coming back to the hive, which is a… — Louie Schwartzberg Copy Share Image
Precise, graceful, and generous, the poems in SuperLoop, seem to be born out of a deep, careful attention and a profound compassion. Sometimes the… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their might honey-comb, They dream their… — Charles Tennyson Turner Copy Share Image
“This time of year, the purple blooms were busy with life- not just the bees, but butterflies and ladybugs, skippers and emerald-toned beetles, flitting… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep. — William Shenstone Copy Share Image
