Ray Bradbury Quotes

O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

The would-bees take their honey from the flowers of creation.

Have you seen the roses? There's a whole lot of colours.

It's wonderful to me that bees have this simple, age-old thing going on.

A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.

Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down.

I always feel that I have missed some good fortune if I am away from home when my bees swarm. What a delightful summer sound it is! How they come pouring out of the hive, twenty or thirty thousand bees, each striving to get out first!

I don't mind bees and think we are all the better for having them around. I like the taste of honey.

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow'd them with her odorous foot.

Bees are not as busy as we think they are. They just can't buzz any slower.

Everywhere bees go racing with the hours, / For every bee becomes a drunken lover, / Standing upon his head to sup the flowers.

The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.

That which above all other yields the sweetest smell in the air is the violet.

Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep.

How to extract its honey from the flower of the world. That is my everyday business. I am as busy as a bee about it. I ramble over fields on that errand and am never so happy as when I feel myself heavy with honey and wax. I am like a bee searching the livelong day for the sweets of nature.

The breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air than in the hand.

Every bees hony is sweet.

I think I am quite wicked with roses. I like to gather them, and smell them till they have no scent left.

The bee's life is like a magic well: the more you draw from it, the more it fills with water

The botanist should make interest with the bees if he would know when the flowers open and when they close.