Bumblebee Quotes Novels & Stories

“Maddison honey, stick with me, we can do so many positive things but you have to believe in us for this to work.” “Okay, I will try.”

‘Those who belittle others are usually so little themselves. Small people belittle others. Great people make others feel they to can become great.’ Quote by Nick Verd. April barely had time to plaster a small smile on her face, still covering her braces, before they entered the hall. To claps and cheers. In her mind, she had very little to be happy about right now. The way Noah had looked at her made her self-conscious of her overweight body. She didn’t want to be here.

The bee looked up at me with its multifaceted eyes, and I could see a hint of fear and anxiety in its expression. As I waited for the bee to respond, I felt a knot of tension in my stomach. I had been waiting for answers for so long, and I was desperate to unravel the mystery that had been plaguing me. But now that the bee was back, I felt a sudden sense of trepidation, as if I wasn't sure I was ready for the truth. The bee buzzed softly, its voice barely audible. "It was...difficult," it said, its words punctuated by little gasps for air. "I had to fly far, and there were obstacles in my path. But I found what you were looking for."

“Okay, I see your point. Not all of them are great, but, I mean, different cultures?” Kimi shook her head. “Nuh-uh. Do not use the ‘Some people juggle geese’ excuse.” “What?” I asked. “Firefly quote,” Kam explained. She flipped us all off. “Suck it. I still love them.” “Just don’t act blind to their faults,” Kimi growled.

And as she hummed, she talked to the odd little creatures that lived in what they called the Candlewood. Some were as small as ladybugs and others as large as bumblebees. The brave ones climbed up Iris's knees and snatched away tallow beads to eat. The shy ones flickered in and out of view like the flames that crowned their candle-trees. As they moved, they often sang in high tremulous voices that Iris could only understand if she peered at the world through her eyelids as if in a dream.

Why I am not strong like others? "I'm so sorry. So sorry. So sorry but I couldn't..." I whisper sobbing. "I miss you...I miss you so much. please come back....your honeybee miss you... Please come back no one love me now.... everyone hates me no one loves me .... please come back" I chock and start sobbing. "Honeybee remember I always with you" "Honeybee alwys remember who are you it's ok to be different but it's not ok to hate yourself"

The elderlies smiled at us as we zoomed past, this wasn’t the first time we ran like we had insects up our butts or disturbed the community with my squeal and Becca horrendous battle cry, I mean even the animals ran to safety. “Oh boy, di-d you le-a-rn how to r-u-n a marathon” Becca wheezed as she bent over to catch her breath. “Nope I just have enough energy to pass round all my activities, eating, walking, running, thinking, sleepi-” “That’s not an activity dumbass” “Is too” “Is not” “Is too” “Is n-“