Bees Quote by Lauren Oliver Download Open image ““Her voice has always reminded me of bees droning flatly in the heat.”” — Lauren Oliver ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.4 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bees Bees Droning Flatly Heat Reminded Bees Voice Reminded
“It was, I imagine, how bees feel. Not like an individual at all, but like one humming note in a whole world of perfect,… — Joe Hill Copy Share Image
“bees came for honey flowers giggled as they undressed themselves for the taking the sun smiled” — Rupi Kaur Copy Share Image
“Everything about her was sweet, pale like honey. You would not have been surprised to see a bee caught in the tangles of that… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
“in my experience, the minute you mention you’re allergic to bees, people start mentally replaying that scene from My Girl, and that scene’s a… — Laurelin Paige Copy Share Image
“...so she stays there remembering the warmth of honey between her toes, with her blood not humming, with the sound of the name almost… — Tim Seibles Copy Share Image
“But she went to tell the bees. She felt like an idiot doing it, but she'd promised. She remembered that it wasn't enough just… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She liked to tell everyone that women make the best beekeepers, 'cause they have a special ability built into them to love creatures that… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“If you strip away my flowery language, you’ll figure out I’m really talking about bees.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“If you let words go buzzing out of your mouth like bees, she always told me, they will come back and sting you.” — Susan Fletcher Copy Share Image
“My aunt Carol hasn’t heard her say a word in the whole six years and three months of Grace’s life—not a single syllable. Carol… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
We'll walk together holding hands, and kiss in broad daylight, and love each other as much as we want to, and no one will… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“It seem absurd to me that they don't know, haven't felt any change or tremor, even as my life has been completely turned upside… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“At least when I'm sleeping I can dream myself back to Alex, can dream myself into a different world.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
People are like ants: Just a few of them give all the orders. And most of them spend their lives getting squashed. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Summer explodes into Portland. In early June the heat was there but not the color--the green were still pale and tentative, the morning had… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I wonder if it's ever really possible to know the truth about someone else, or if the best we can do is just stumble… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Julian is somewhere among those lights, in that blur of people and buildings. I wonder whether he's scared. I wonder whether he's thinking of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
A room full of words that are nearly the truth but not quite, each note fluttering off the steam of its rose like a… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“She’s the kind of person who makes you feel drunk just by being around her, like suddenly the world’s edges are dulled and all… — Lauren Oliver 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
