{"quotes":[{"text":"The word animal is a derivative of the Greek word anima, which also means soul.","author":"Gunther Hauk","tags":["animal-rights","bees","soul"],"id":7384,"author_id":"Gunther+Hauk"},{"text":"Love is for the birds.Honey is for the bees.And you, my special one.Are the only one for me.","author":"Anthony T. Hincks","tags":["bees","birds","heart","honey","love","one-liner","philosophy","special"],"id":12333,"author_id":"Anthony+T.+Hincks"},{"text":"The only time I ever believed that I knew all there was to know about beekeeping was the first year I was keeping them. Every year since I’ve known less and less and have accepted the humbling truth that bees know more about making honey than I do.","author":"Sue Hubbell","tags":["age","beekeeping","bees","knowledge"],"id":60859,"author_id":"Sue+Hubbell"},{"text":"Santa is like a queen bee. All the elves are his drones, who exist to feed him royal jelly, which I guess would be milk and cookies. If an elf escapes and eats royal cookies, it will turn into another Santa. That’s what all those mall Santas are. They’re trying to start their own festive colonies.","author":"Thomm Quackenbush","tags":["bees","christmas","santa","santa-claus"],"id":71243,"author_id":"Thomm+Quackenbush"},{"text":"To be successful, one has to be one of three bees - the queen bee, the hardest working bee, or the bee that does not fit in. One success is inherited, and the the next one is earned. While the last one is self-sought, self-served, and happens on its own terms.","author":"Suzy Kassem","tags":["achievement","bee","beekeeper","bees","being-different","business","entrepreneur","free","freedom","hard-work","hardest","hardship","hardwork","inherit","queen-bee","reward","rewarding","self-served","success","success","successful","suzy-kassem","terms","three-bees","vacation","wisdom","work","working"],"id":85593,"author_id":"Suzy+Kassem"},{"text":"Flora took pleasure in the delicacy of her approach and studied the ways of the smallest, sweetest blooms she could find, tiny pimpernels and forget-me-nots hiding in the pockets of the fields. The energy of the sun on her body and the joy of foraging filled her soul. She flew the fields and gathered until the light began to fade and she heard the sound of her forager sisters' wings turning for home. Then she joined them.","author":"Laline Paull","tags":["bees","nature","prose"],"id":86054,"author_id":"Laline+Paull"},{"text":"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.","author":"Katherine Mansfield","tags":["bees","description","honey","people"],"id":93942,"author_id":"Katherine+Mansfield"},{"text":"We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.","author":"Muriel Barbery","tags":["bees","honey","meaning-of-life"],"id":95996,"author_id":"Muriel+Barbery"},{"text":"They all seemed hungry, happy, and healthy enough in their buzzing—oh the days were hot, and the noise of bees filled the air that was dusty with pollen and sun haze, and there were tiny black flies stuck to one another crowded by the creek and a creek stink rising from the deep pool under the willow tree where a wheat sack of new kittens had been drowned, and their tiny terrible struggling had shot like an electric current through the confusion of muddy water and up the arm of the person who had tied the stone around the mouth of the sack and thrust it into the water; and the culprit had not been able to brush away the current; it penetrated her body and made her heart beat with fear and pity. I was the culprit.","author":"Janet Frame","tags":["bees","cat","cats","creek","drowning","flies","kitten","kittens","willow","willow-tree"],"id":110460,"author_id":"Janet+Frame"},{"text":"All the bees knew Sugar; they carried their feelings for her with them in their genes, they could sense her from more than half a mile away and would no sooner find her a threat than fly to the moon. But Elizabeth the First sensed Grady Parkes from half a mile away too, and her resulting hum was not one of blissful content. It was his smell, partly: an aftershave, with base notes of tobacco and cedar and a hint of bitter herbs, and his natural scent, which was too sour for Elizabeth the First's liking. She registered him as something to watch out for and passed this on through the realm.","author":"Sarah-Kate Lynch","tags":["aftershave","bees","elizabeth-the-first","feelings","grady-parkes","sugar-wallace"],"id":115806,"author_id":"Sarah-Kate+Lynch"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":62,"pages":7,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}