A Quote by Martial

The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. — © Martial
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death.
The bee enclosed and through the amber shown Seems buried in the juice which was his own.
I go to books and to nature as a bee goes to the flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.
Once upon a time there was a bear and a bee who lived in a wood and were the best of friends. All summer long the bee collected nectar from morning to night while the bear lay on his back basking in the long grass. When winter came the bear realised he had nothing to eat and thought to himself 'I hope that busy little bee will share some of his honey with me.' But the bee was nowhere to be found - he had died of a stress induced coronary disease.
So long as the bee is outside the petals of the lily, and has not tasted the sweetness of its honey, it hovers around the flower emitting the buzzing sound; but when it is inside the flower, it noiselessly drinks the nectar. So long as a man quarrels and disputes about doctrines and dogmas, he has not tasted the nectar of true faith; when he has tasted it, he becomes quiet and full of peace.
As the bee collects nectar and departs without injuring the flower, or its color or fragrance, so let the sage dwell on earth.
As a bee gathering nectar does not harm or disturb the color & fragrance of the flower; so do the wise move through the world.
Just as the bee takes the nectar and leaves without damaging the color or scent of the flowers, so should the sage act in a village.
Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved.
Whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.
It takes a bee 10,000,000 trips to collect enough nectar to make 1 pound of honey.
Developing confidence is like watching the sun rise. First it seems very feeble and one wonders whether it will make it. Then it shines and shines.
The word is the Guru, The Guru is the Word, For all nectar is enshrined in the world Blessed is the word which reveal the Lord's name But more is the one who knows by the Guru's grace.
So our student will flit like a busy bee through the entire garden of literature, light on every blossom, collect a little nectar from each, and carry it to his hive.
There is no mysterious essence we can call a 'place'. Place is change. It is motion killed by the mind, and preserved in the amber of memory.
When I was a young boy, I used to gaze through the microscope of my father at the insects in amber that he kept in the house. And they were remarkably well preserved, morphologically just phenomenal.
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