#honey

You take somebody that cries their goddam eyes out over phoney stuff in the movies, and nine times out of ten they're mean bastards at heart. ↗

— J. D. Salinger

#cries #eyes #goddam #heart #mean

There is a number among us, young and old, of all sorts almost among us, that swarm up and down towns, and woods, and fields, whose care and work hitherto hath been like bees, only to get honey to their own hive. ↗

— Thomas Shepard

#among #been #bees #care #down

The words of kindness are more healing to a drooping heart than balm or honey. ↗

— Sarah Fielding

#balm #drooping #healing #heart #honey

Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring! ↗

— Ruben Dario

#grecian #honey #i #season #sing

It had pale golden sands and clear cloudless blue skies. Rich quantities of palm trees and exotic flowers in dramatic red and fuchsia pink and bright yellow colors enhanced the islands beauty. The gardens were decorated with white Balinese furniture and the Japanese rock gardens with mythical dragons, lions, dinosaurs, elephants, nymphs, and man beasts (half men and half beast) in concrete large statutes and red bridges over goldfish ponds. A large loch housed swans and pink flamingos. ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#beauty

I'm not afraid of death, I'm just not sure there is life after the honeymoon. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#honeymoon #marriage #death

I organized Sweet Honey In The Rock in 1973. The music was sanity and balance. ↗

— Bernice Johnson Reagon

#honey #i #music #organized #rock

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer- big recordings of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like concert- pick the snow? ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#love #love-it #summer #warmth #winter

Fate had dedicated that love’s path would not run smoothly. Katie kept a secret from her husband and can they survive this? She had a lump in her breast. She was terrified it was cancer; her mum had died of it. A month later she got so sick she collapsed and had to be hospitalized. Tests revealed she had inoperable cancer. Surgery was no use nor was chemotherapy or radiography ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #love

Katie appeared as a ghost and cradled him in her arms and carried him, a frail dying version of her old husband, to heaven. The radio which was powered off suddenly comes on and played their song Follow Me. Nobody could see her only Ronan and he smiled and says “I knew you would come back for me love ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #love