Place a beehive on my grave And let the honey soak through. When I'm dead and gone, That's what I want from you. The streets of heaven are gold and sunny, But I'll stick with my plot and a pot of honey. Place a beehive on my grave And let the honey soak through.
You're just a natural beehive, filled with honey to the top. Well, I ain't greedy baby, all I want is all you got.
When you hear buzz around the beehive, you know they're making honey in there.
I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.
Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.
It's like a bear stumbling into a beehive or a honey cache: I'm stumbling right into it and getting stuck, and it's delicious and it's horrible and I'm in it and it's not very graceful and it's very awkward and it's very painful and yet there's something inevitable about it.
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
I don't have anything against the 'Honey Badger.' It's just that 'Honey Badger' happened at such a dark time in my life. If the little kids out there want to call me the 'Honey Badger,' they can do that.
As bees gather honey, so we collect what is sweetest out of all things and build.
I try to treat every kick the same and I want to make every kick, let alone the kick at the end of the game.
Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.
Don't accept what a grocery store has for you. Tell the store to get you want you want. If you want honey from a local farmer, organic honey, you tell them. We are in control. It's up to us as the consumer to get what we want.
What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.
I don't want people to kick my ass, I just want to get to a point where they can't kick it.
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
He got me a cup of tea with honey, toast with honey, yogurt with honey, like I was John the Baptist with the flu.