Honey Quotes
I'm really into rooibos tea with goat's milk and a little bit of honey. I also drink dandelion tea, Earl Grey, and sometimes a green tea. I'm very into tea.
A bee rose up from a sun-filled paper cup, off to make slum honey from some diet root beer it had found inside.
To be both rich and handsome was bad enough. But to have a voice like honey over warm bread on top of that was simply inexcusable.
No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.
When carrying a jar of honey to give to a friend for his birthday, don't stop and eat it along the way.
When I swore that you're getting more and more beautiful everyday. Well, I was only kidding, honey.
When you touch me there, honey, makes my blood perspire, you got my body flaming like a California fire. Pulsing, pounding, pushing no longer in control, heatwave in my brain, smolder in my soul.
That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.
When I go on holiday, I wear wedges. They accentuate your leg, honey, and you have to look good on the beach.
Snooki and Honey Boo Boo. These are big celebrities in the U.S. You want to throw up.
But human nature cannot be content on a diet of honey and if there is nothing in one's life that requires pity, one must invent it; for to go through life unpitied would be an unthinkable loss.
I'm a fairy. I'd come and hear, "How was your day, honey?" And I'd be like, "I was a fairy. I don't know."
He got me a cup of tea with honey, toast with honey, yogurt with honey, like I was John the Baptist with the flu.
The older woman waiting for admittance looked at me, then over her shoulder at Patch, who was vanishing down the hall. “Honey,” she told me, “he looks slippery as soap.
Dad: Honey, have you seen my glasses? I can"t find them. Mom: I haven't seen them. Calvin: (with glasses, to Dad) Calvin, go do something you hate! Being miserable builds character!
Ever since I was a little kid and first heard Jimmy Reed's 'Honey, Don't Let Me Go,' the blues has been in my blood.
Where have you been hanging out lately honey? You can't dress trashy 'til you spend a lot of money.
Hey, little dolly with the blue jeans on, I want to ramrod with you, honey, 'til half past dawn.
You're not honey. Your'e wine. You're the deepest, darkest shadow under a tree on a blazing day. You're strong and hard, coursing like a current at the bottom of a river.
Don't just throw the seed at the people! Grind it into flour, bake it into bread, and slice it for them. And it wouldn't hurt to put a little honey on it
I will not believe that thou hast tasted of the honey of the gospel if thou canst eat it all thyself.
You'll learn, honey. Love can be the best thing in life. And it can be the worst. The absolute worst.
I'm told that my blood sugar level was twelve times the legal limit - I was sweating honey.
Honey, what happened to "ladies first"? Husband replies, "That's the reason why the worlds a mess today, because a lady went first!"
I was the all-American face. You name it, honey - American Dairy Milk, Metropolitan Life insurance, McDonald's, Burger King. The Face That Didn't Matter - that's what I called my face.
slowly the pale dew-beads of light lapped up from flowers can thicken, darken to gold: honey of the human.
Beespittle, droppings, hairs of beefur: all become honey. Virulent micro-organisms cannot survive in honey.
Bren MacGuff: Well, honey, doctors are sadists who like to play God and watch lesser people scream.
I never boned a honey that I didn't like, I never saw a mile that I couldn't hike. I never had a spliff to make me choke, I never had a pocket that was broke.
The vision of milk and honey, it comes and goes. But the odor of cooking goes on forever.
In youth, before I waxe' d old, The blind boy,Venus' baby, For want of cunning made me bold, In bitter hive to grope for honey.
Love is as bitter as the dregs of sin, As sweet as clover-honey in its cell; Love is the password whereby souls get in To Heaven--the gate that leads, sometimes, to Hell.
I know this much: if you gotta write, honey, you gotta write. Some call it a disease, some a madness. Ah, but I call it love.
The undulent landscape looks serene in every direction. Honey-colored farmhouses, gently placed in hollows, rise like thick loaves of bread set out to cool.
Granted, in order to give selflessly, one often starts giving selfishly. As Tiresias said to Odysseus: "Honey ... you don't get through hell in a hurry"
Behold, I am weary of my wisdom, like a bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to receive it.
It's good to see people not smoking. You get dressed up, and you smoke, and it gets in your clothes. You go, 'What should I wear tonight?' 'I don't know, honey, how about something menthol?'
When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured over thunder.