Bees Quote by Laurie Halse Anderson Download Open image “Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.” — Laurie Halse Anderson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bees Hostage Melancholy Sad Sadness Soul
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My heart was in a perpetual state of sadness and the only relief I could find were in those cathartic cries. I lived a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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That sadness of something that was once so sweet, sunny and quixotic and then it turns to cold, bitterness and silence. — Sophie Lianne Copy Share Image
Melancholy had crept inside me. Small children made me cry, I got depressed eating meat, old book bindings awakened tenderness in me. Everything was… — Mati Unt Copy Share Image
At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
It went from butterflies fluttering in my stomach to bees stinging in my heart. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When I was really sad, I would be like a little kid wiggling a loose tooth or touching a sore spot - there were… — Claire Dederer Copy Share Image
“It was like a great bee come home from some field where the honey is full of poison wildness, of insanity and nightmare, its… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“The word ghost sounds like memory. The word therapy means exorcism” — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Censorship is the child of fear and the father of ignorance. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“I have this halfway place, a rest stop on the road to sleep, where I can stay for hours. I don't even need to… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I can see us, living in the woods, her wearing that A, me with a S maybe, S for silent, S for stupid, for… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Eating plain toast will detonate her. "I'll have some honey." When the bread is done I scrape on a microscopic layer of it and… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I am learning how to be angry and sad and lonely and joyful and excited and afraid and happy. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“Leaning against my father, the sadness finally broke open inside me, hollowing out my heart and leaving me bleeding. My feet felt rooted in… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I doubt trees are ever told to 'be the screwed-up ninth-grader.' — Laurie Halse Anderson 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
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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
