Don’t trust in anything that has life, else you’ll lose your life and dive into a bee hive, and get stung..
My worst hair experience was when I was trying to relax my hair and my grandmother did it. It went all straight and I looked like a black Bee Gee.
When I was younger, I was listening to a lot of Armenian music, you know, revolutionary music about freedom and protest. In the 70s I was listening to soul and the Bee Gees and ABBA, and funk.
We ought to do good to others as simply as a horse runs, or a bee makes honey, or a vine bears grapes season after season without thinking of the grapes it has borne.
I've never turned into a bee - I've never been chased by a mummy or met a ghost. But many of the ideas in my books are suggested by real life.
The dwelling places of Europe have an air of inheritance, or cumulative possession - a hive occupied by generations of bees.
Let us turn elsewhere, to the wasps and bees, who unquestionably come first in the laying up of a heritage for their offspring.
When opponents of evolution object that human beings are not mere apes, they are correct. We are also part bee.
[Poem on Narrator's computer] Narrator: Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.
Dana Tressler: The only bee you're attracting is B-R-Y-C-E. I'm telling you, that boy is lost in Loveland.
I love Donna Summer, and I love ABBA. I love late '70s disco. I love the Bee Gees. I just love that period of recording.
The Bee Gees were always heavily influenced by black music. As a songwriter, it's never been difficult to pick up on the changing styles of music out there, and soul has always been my favourite genre.
I like Burt's Bees Tinted Lip Balm because I don't need a mirror to reapply. But I definitely treat myself with face lotion - I use La Mer.
Togetherness is the key to success: a lone bee makes hardly any honey; a lone man makes hardly any money.
Language is a social energy, and our capacity for articulate speech is the key factor that makes us different from other species. We are not as fast as cheetahs – or even as horses. Nor are we as strong as bulls or as adaptable as bacteria. But our...
A poor old Widow in her weeds Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds; Not too shallow, and not too deep, And down came April -- drip -- drip -- drip. Up shone May, like gold, and soon Green as an arbour grew leafy June. And now all summer she sits a...
Instead I sounded like a little girl on her first day of kindergarten. My name is Bee, and I like coloring and horsies.
Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.
But think of the glory of the choice! That makes a man a man. A cat has no choice, a bee must make honey. There's no godliness there.
Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.
Every living creature on the earth is special. You want to be the one that puts an end to one of them?
