The ideas flow like milk and honey in my land, my mind.
Love is for the birds.Honey is for the bees.And you, my special one.Are the only one for me.
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.
The Honey that Adorns my soul to Network with all Nobility in an Affable Humility means Hannah
You can't rock the boat & act like you were just trying to put a baby to sleep.
Servers moved among the guests with trays of hors d'oeuvres and the signature cocktail, champagne with a honey infused liqueur and a delicate spiral twist of lemon.The banquet was bursting with color...
When you go in search of honey, you must expect to be stung by bees.
She shrugged her shoulders, then shifted her attention to the hand-labeled glass jars of honey. Which one do you want to use?Something mild to go with the cheese.The milkweed blossom?Isabel nodded. We...
Ian slid the pot of honey toward his plate. We should go back upstairs, he said to Beth.What? Beth looked up from a list she was writing. Why?Ian rose and pulled back Beth's chair without answering. I...
The taste of moon is like honey to all honeymooners, but after some years does the moon's scar make it bitter?
The stories shatter. Or you wear them out or leave them behind. Over time the story of the memory loses its power. Over time you become someone else. Only when the honey turns to dust are you free.