People, in general, would rather die than forgive. It's that hard.
There is nothing perfect...only life.
Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.
I don't like to hear cut and dried sermons. No—when I hear a man preach, I like to see him act as if he were fighting bees.
Fairies with gossamer wings, Bring forth beauty, grace and joyful things. Fairies of the earth are caretakers of our soil, water and trees, They watch over beautiful creatures such as bears, bunnies and bees. Fairies ask that you breathe in and appreciate the vantage point from which you stand, Then trod carefully and respectfully with each intentional step you make across this beautiful land.
bees are the batteries of orchards, gardens, guard them.
along with the rest of our helpless world; and, O, if you could, you would, where lovers walked, sell off trees and not give a flying fuck for the muted mausoleums of the bees.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
Where there are bees there are flowers, and wherever there are flowers there is new life and hope.
To be successful, one has to be one of three bees - the queen bee, the hardest working bee, or the bee that does not fit in.
When the time draws close the buzzing of the bees will be continuous.
Like all good youngsters on Gallifrey, the Doctor had been brought up with a strong awareness of how little other species new about... anything and how they usually shouldn't been told about, well... anything, because most of the information a Time Lord might be able to offer them would at least make them retire to the country and keep bees - should their planet have bees, or similar life forms - if not actually drive them irreversibly insane.
If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live.
Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.
When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited.
I'm petrified of bees because I have an anaphylactic reaction to bees.
Strictly speaking, one never 'keeps' bees - one comes to terms with their wild nature.
Perfect hexagonal tubes in a packed array. Bees are hardwired to lay them down, but how does an insect know enough geometry to lay down a precise hexagon? It doesn't. It's programmed to chew up wax and spit it out while turning on its axis, and that generates a circle. Put a bunch of bees on the same surface, chewing side-by-side, and the circles abut against each other—deform each other into hexagons, which just happen to be more efficient for close packing anyway.