A Quote by Kevin Hearne

Sweet Honey of Dagda, now I was babbling. — © Kevin Hearne
Sweet Honey of Dagda, now I was babbling.
Honey is sweet, "and so is knowledge, but knowledge is like the bee that made that sweet honey, you have to chase it through the pages of a book." (taken from "Thank you, Mr. Falker" )
The spirit of humility is sweeter than honey, and those who nourish themselves with this honey produce sweet fruit.
I think [Winnie the Pooh] just looks at the world through honey-colored glasses, and everything is honey-fied and sweet for him, and that's not a bad outlook.
We are sitting on our honeymoon bed in the honeymoon suite. We are in a state of honeymoon, in our honey month. These words are so sweet: honey, moon. This bed is so big, we could live on it. We have been happily marooned -- honey marooned -- on this bed for days.
When you don't use sugar in your diet, all of the sudden fruits are really sweet. Honey is really sweet. Your taste buds change. I'm not psycho never have anything sweet, because that takes too much energy. The stress on your body just isn't worth it.
If you're struggling with that sweet tooth, try making healthy sugar swaps using things like honey, maple syrup, and medjool dates. These are all completely natural and will satisfy any sweet cravings.
I have no time for babbling foolishness.” “Don’t be so hasty,” said Victor. “There’s always time for babbling.
If you weren't naggin', honey, you'd be so sweet.
The Honey is sweet, but the Bee has a Sting.
The honey is sweet, but the Bee stings.
Deadly poisons are concealed under sweet honey.
Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but stiketh nere; Sweet is the firbloome, but its braunches rough; Sweet is the cypress, but its rynd is tough; Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill; Sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough; And sweet is moly, but his root is ill.
Once you taste the sweet honey, you want more of that.
He got me a cup of tea with honey, toast with honey, yogurt with honey, like I was John the Baptist with the flu.
Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. When the ocean is searching for you, don't walk into the language-river. Listen to the ocean, and bring your talky business to an end. Traditional words are just babbling in that presence, and babbling is a substitute for sight.
Pigs may like honey, but that doesn't stop it being sweet.
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