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“I still have a lot of growing to do
and I know there is more room for it
in your absence.”
― Trista Mateer, Honeybee

“Respect the colony as an organism rather than a mechanism with interchangeable parts.”
― Gunther Hauk, Toward Saving the Honeybee

“I wasn't cold, but I was shivering when I walked onto the Clayton Road overpass. I wasn't scared either, even when I climbed over the rail. I didn't feel much of anything.”
― Craig Silvey, Honeybee

“If bees are willing to take their honey, they are unlikely
sting”
― JS Dirga, Saga Moon Poem

“Honeybee always takes the nectar of blossom, fruits and such sorts of other things and transfer to produce the honey; it is the prodigious reality and purity of nature. Veracious love displays the same and shows the incomparable devotion to the lover and beloved that's sweeter than the honey.”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“I resisted every urge to twine my fingers around the silver necklaces at my throat. It was too early for full-on pearl clutching.”
― Kate Canterbary, Preservation

“That's no secret, honeybee."
"Honeybee?" she repeated, a warning in her voice.
I bit back a grin. "If II'm going to be a honey pie, makes sense you'd be the bee."
The sweep of her brows lowered ominously. "Why? Because I'm after your honey?" She scoffed long and loud, and I had to laugh. If anyone was after honey here, it was me.
"Bees make honey, Em." I nudged her again, hard enough to rock her and make her squeak with a laugh. "And you seem intent upon making me sweet.”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet

“Inside was a caramel-colored tart about the size of my hand. Dark-golden custard had been piped in petal-thick ribbons to look like a flower. Just off to the side, as if touching down for a taste, was a tiny sugar honeybee.
My breath caught and held as my entire focus narrowed down to that bee. Forgoing a fork, I lifted the tart with my bare hands and took a large almost angry bite. And realized a few things. It wasn't a tart; it was a pie. And it wasn't caramel. It was honey.
Smooth floral notes of delicately sweet honey imbued the silky custard. Decadent but light, sweet yet rich.”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet

“The honeybee makes the honey, and the dirty fly makes the dirt. Which, whatever is that reflects itself. If the dirty fly goes anywhere, it makes the dirt while the honeybee makes the honey. In that context that the squeeze on our mental, intellectual, character, and morals comes upon our eyes is the evil people. It is the essence of our nation, and we shall have to taste that until we are not as the honeybee.”
― Ehsan Sehgal