What is not good for the swarm is not good for the bee.
A swarm of bees in May is worth a load of hay but a swarm in July is not worth a fly.
As busy as a bee.
Bees that have honey in their nostrils have stings in their tails.
All the honey a bee gathers during its lifetime doesn’t sweeten its sting.
The honey-bee that wanders all day long… Seeks not alone the rose’s glowing breast, The lily’s dainty cup, the violet’s lips, But from the rank and noxious weeds he sips The single drop of sweetness closely pressed Within the poison chalice.
My cousin just died. He was only 19. He got stung by a bee – the natural enemy of a tightrope walker.
If you want to gather honey, don’t kick over the beehive.
You know what happens in the beehive? They kill those drones.
‘Bee vomit,’ my brother said once, ‘that’s all honey is,’ so that I could not put my tongue to its jellied flame without tasting regurgitated blossoms.