Vita Sackville-West Quotes

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

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

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

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.

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

He told them tales of bees and flowers, the ways of trees, and the strange creatures of the Forest, about the evil things and the good things, things friendly and things unfriendly, cruel things and kind things, and secrets hidden under brambles.

When the bee has gathered the dew of heaven and the earth's sweetest nectar from the flowers, it turns it into honey, then hastens to its hive. In the same way, the priest, having taken from the altar the Son of God (who is as the dew from heaven, and true son of Mary, flower of our humanity), gives him to you as delicious food.

Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep.

When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?

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.

Every bees hony is sweet.

And I sat there getting drunker and drunker and more in love and more in love...And you can never touch a girl in the same way more than once, twice, or another number of times however much you may wish to hold, wrap, or otherwise fix her hand, or look, or some other quality, or incident, known to you previously.

Flowers really do intoxicate me.

Money is a powerful aphrodisiac but flowers work almost as well.

It takes a bee to get the honey out

There is no drunkenness equal to that of remembering whispered words in the night.

The bee fertilizes the flower it robs.

Flowers are the beautiful hieroglyphics of nature with which she indicates how much she loves us.

Again and Again, however, we know the language of love, and the little churchyard with its lamenting names and the staggeringly secret abyss in which others find their end: again and again the two of us go out under the ancient trees, make our bed again and again between the flowers, face to face with the skies