honey

The woman's face was grimly drawn, an ugly expression on an indescribably beautiful face. __his is the Shadowdun. You know who I am, but I wish to know you more. What is your name?_ Her voice was rich; it sounded sweet and smooth in Athena's ears, like soft honey. She hated every last word.

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee

Love drips like honey from the hive, constant, sweet, precious, into your heart each and every moment if you let it.

Stands the Church clock at ten to three?And is there honey still for tea?

Although you can not hear my thoughts, Sam, I imagine I__ talking to you. Prayers to the brother who abandoned me. The day after you left Labrador, my honey started flowing. Is my body weeping for your loss?

Everything is inspiration. If you look at the world as the incredible place it is, then each moment is a feast.

Not all honey_ she had concluded_ had a specific use beyond what all honey is good for, sweetness and salves. But this honey, it was somehow so strong that it must be for something, though she had still not learnt what it was. The best she had come to was that this honey was for joy...

It smells of blood and honey, of sex and song.

She was drowning in sandalwood and sunlight. Time ceased to be more than a notion. Her lips were hers one moment. And then they were his. The taste of him on her tongue was like sun-warmed honey. Like cool water sliding down her parched throat. Like the promise of all her tomorrows in a single sigh. When she wound her fingers in his hair to draw her body against his, he stilled for breath, and she knew, as he knew, that they were lost. Lost forever. In this kiss. This kiss that would change everything.

The ideas flow like milk and honey in my land, my mind.

When you see honey in the bush and there are no sign of bees, flee!! for its all but a trap

Love is for the birds.Honey is for the bees.And you, my special one.Are the only one for me.

What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.

Everything about her was sweet, pale like honey. You would not have been surprised to see a bee caught in the tangles of that yellow hair.

The Honey that Adorns my soul to Network with all Nobility in an Affable Humility means Hannah

I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.

You can't rock the boat & act like you were just trying to put a baby to sleep.

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.