Bees Quote by Oscar Wilde

“Did the harebell loose her girdle To the lover bee, Would the bee the harebell hallow Much as formerly?”

— Emily Dickinson

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 bells gave tongue: Gaude, Sabaoth, John, Jericho, Jubilee, Dimity, Batty Thomas and Tailor Paul, rioting and exulting high up in the dark tower,…

— Dorothy L. Sayers

“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

Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,’ Holly advised him. ‘That was Doc’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with…

— Truman Capote

The solitary Bee Whose buzzing was the only sound of life, Flew there on restless wing, Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.

— Robert Southey

When the flower blossoms, the bee will come.

— Srikumar Rao

When the flower opens, the bees will come.

— Kabir

The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.

— Mark Nepo

The bee's life is like a magic well: the more you draw from it, the more it fills with water

— Karl von Frisch

The bee fertilizes the flower it robs.

— Charles A. Beard

In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and…

— Henry David Thoreau