Top 72 Quotes About Pollen
#1. Money is sullen And wisdom is sly, But youth is the pollen That blows through the sky And does not ask why.
Stephen Vincent Benet
#2. Outside, the September air was enticingly fragrant, yellow with pollen and rich, lemony sunlight.
Alice Hoffman
#3. Sometimes I think of myself as a little bee. I go from one area of the studio to another and gather pollen and sort of stimulate everybody. I guess that's the job I do.
Walt Disney Company
#4. I avoid the carwash when I think it might rain anytime in the near future, which means I drive around the majority of the time in a pollen and bird poop covered car. This presents a stand off between Neat Freakshow and Practical Pennypincher, and Neat Freak usually triumphs. And then it rains.
Kristin Armstrong
#6. The Navajo have that wonderful image of what they call the pollen path. The Navajo say, 'Oh, beauty before me, beauty behind me, beauty to the right of me, beauty to the left of me, beauty above me, beauty below me, I'm on the pollen path.'
Joseph Campbell
#7. To me songwriting is more like redemption. I can extract the poison or the pollen, the essence from a situation and the rest becomes a husk that blows away.
Beth Orton
#8. A flower's structure leads a bee toward having pollen adhere to its body ... we don't know of any such reason why beautiful places attract humans.
David Rains Wallace
#9. Really?" asked Nina, tugging at her corset. Pollen from one of the irises had scattered over her bare shoulder. Matthias had the overwhelming urge to brush it away with his lips. It's probably poisonous, he told himself sternly. Maybe he should take a walk.
Leigh Bardugo
#10. There was something about the smell of books, the ink-and-paper-and-leather scent, the way dust in a library seemed to behave differently from the dust in any other room
it was golden in the light of the witchlight tapers, setting like pollen across the polished surfaces of long tables.
Cassandra Clare
#11. Those are the little seed-producing flowers, and the long catkins, they only produce pollen, to fertilise them.' 'Do they, do they!' repeated Hermione, looking closely. 'From those little red bits, the nuts come; if they receive pollen from the long danglers.
D.H. Lawrence
#12. I am like a room where things once happened and now nothing does, except the pollen of the weeds that grow up inside the window, blowing in as dust across the floor.
Margaret Atwood
#13. Not that it matters, when you dream, there's no outside or in. Your mind is an unimaginable bloom. A willow catkin as big as the moon. With billions of anthers, shaking pollen like stars. It may seem strange, but in this boundless place
You are not alone.
Rich Shapero
#14. People floating like pollen in search of more fertile soil.
Andrew Crofts
#15. Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.
Slash Coleman
#16. Everything was blamed on Castro. Mudslides in California. The fact that you can't buy a decent tomato anymore. Was there an exceptionally high pollen count in Massapequa, Long Island, one day? It was Castro, exporting sneezes.
Calvin Trillin
#17. She tasted of hope. Oh. What does that taste like? Pollen and stars, the Fallen said.
Laini Taylor
#18. We need more than that. They're got security all over the place."
"I can probably get some faeries involved," Vinca offered.
Frank snorted. "What are you going to do, blow pollen on them?
Jaye Wells
#19. He did not represent sun-up and pollen and blooming trees, but he spoke for far horizon.
Zora Neale Hurston
#20. The stretching, yearning stalks hiss against the boat's bottom, making a white noise that sounds like pollen coming out of a piss-blizzard.
Chuck Wendig
#21. Most of the rare species seemed to be very fond of clover, particularly red clover, and other wild legumes such as tufted vetch and bird's-foot trefoil, probably because these plants provide pollen that is unusually rich in protein.
Dave Goulson
#22. this light was something else again. It buzzed and held you in its heat, it was thick, alive with pollen and insects and birds, and because nothing higher than one story interrupted its path, it gave all its gifts at once, blessing everything equally, an explosion of simultaneous illumination. "What
Zadie Smith
#23. Cotswold stone framed tiny sash windows gleaming with pale green paint. Wisteria vines twisted about the stone, bunches of purple flowers hanging thick and heavy with pollen. Above it all a tiled roof sagged with sage.
Stephen Lloyd Jones
#24. Nature is full of by-ends. A moth feeds on a petal, in a moment the pollen caught on its breast will be wedding this blossom to another in the next county.
George Iles
#25. Pure your gentle name, pure your fragile life,
bees, shadows, fire, snow, silence and foam,
combined with steel and wire and
pollen to make up your firm
and delicate being.
Pablo Neruda's epitaph for Tina Modotti
Pablo Neruda
#26. The oblong of light is back and motes of dust swirl in the sunshine slating down the wall of books. Golden pollen.
David Mitchell
#27. The quiet, melancholy music gradually gave shape to the undefined sadness enveloping his heart, as if countless microscopic bits of pollen adhered to an invisible being concealed in the air, ultimately revealing, slowly and silently it's shape.
Haruki Murakami
#28. Less welcome to the people of Paneron is the STIFLER, a humid wind that brings the allergenic pollen of carp-weed bushes from nearby unpopulated islands.
Christopher Priest
#29. Collaboration is the essence of life. The wind, bees and flowers work together, to spread the pollen. Mindfulness gives us the opportunity to work with the cosmic collaboration.
Amit Ray
#30. Another person closes you off from the world, but without anyone else there you are like a grain of pollen, vulnerable to or open to all these fleeting relationships. After
Deborah Meyler
#31. She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox's tongue. She tastes like hope.
Laini Taylor
#32. Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.
James Russell Lowell
#33. He was struck by the details of the moment. This was something he needed to remember, when he dreamt. This feeling right here: heart thudding, pollen sticky on his fingertips, July pricking sweat at his breastbone, the smell of gasoline and someone else's charcoal grill.
Maggie Stiefvater
#34. I had no more alphabet than the journeying of the swallows, the pure and tiny water of the small, fiery bird that dances rising from the pollen.
Pablo Neruda
#35. All of the information in the world is on the Internet, and the Internet is all around you, drifting through the air like pollen on a summer breeze.
Emily St. John Mandel
#36. Sometimes i think there must be a sort of pollen of ideas floating in the air, which fertilizes similarly minds here and there which have not had direct contact.
William Faulkner
#37. I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act.
We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters begin.
-In the yellow time of pollen
Luke Davies
#38. You must mark in these things obviously. It's the fact you want to emphasise, not the subjective impression to record. What's the fact? - red little spiky stigmas of the female flower, dangling yellow male catkin, yellow pollen flying from one to the other. Make a pictorial record of the fact, as
D.H. Lawrence
#39. Gradually the magic of the island [Corfu] settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen.
Gerald Durrell
#40. Wind snapped at me, warm and fragrant. The atmosphere was thick with pollen and micro-organisms, goading my body's ancient defences.
Alastair Reynolds
#41. A poet sees a flower and can go on and on about how beautiful the colors are. But what the poet doesn't see is the xylem and the phloem and the pollen and the thousands of generations of breeding and the billions of years before that. All of that is only available to the scientists.
George M. Church
#42. That sort of news travels faster than horses, faster than boats. The messengers of the gods carry rumors through the sky the way bees carry pollen and drop them from their wings onto the earth below.
Megan Whalen Turner
#43. News is often dispersed as thoughtlessly and effectively as that pollen which the bees carry off (having no idea how powdery they are) when they are buzzing in search of their particular nectar.
George Eliot
#44. Cactus finches do more with cactus than Plains Indians did with buffalo. They nest in cactus; they sleep in cactus; they often copulate in cactus; they drink cactus nectar; they eat cactus flowers, cactus pollen, and cactus seeds. In return they pollinate the cactus, like bees.
Jonathan Weiner
#45. Running in the wind, in the pollen and dust, a flower in flight
Vladimir Nabokov
#46. We blame Walt Disney for goldenrod's undeserved bad name. Despite Sneezy's pronouncement, plants such as goldenrod with heavy, insect-carried pollen rarely cause allergic reaction.
Janet Macunovich
#47. The pollen count, now that's a difficult job. Especially if you've got hay fever.
Milton Jones
#48. Like pollen on a honeybee, flattery clings to the things you tell yourself.
Willis Regier
#49. My wife Gwenaelle prepares an 'energy shot' for me for breakfast. It's a mix of linseed, cereal, and raisins, with fresh fruit like kiwi. She also adds yogurt for added texture and some pollen and honey for an energy booster.
Alain Ducasse
#50. Isabella pauses as something in her body holds itself erect, then arches towards the voice of Oskar's little girl, like a flower tilting under the weight of its hoard of pollen.
Glenn Haybittle
#51. Until it seems the whole city will be covered with gold pollen shaken from the bell-towers, lilies plundered with the weight of massive bees ...
Hilda Doolittle
#52. We have domesticated crops over a very long period of time, like tens of thousands of years. And crops get - seeds get carried. Sometimes, if they're very small seeds, they get scattered off trucks. Pollen travels.
Nina Fedoroff
#53. Where's a friggin' rocket when you need it? Ah, crap, Jaden, stop with the pollen. I hate that. Yeah, taste honey, you punk! (Acheron)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#54. I don't want to explain to somebody what pollen is. That is the secret and the beauty and the power and the potential of all this.
Wolfgang Laib
#55. First love is a gun that fires a bullet at your heart and when it hits, it turns into a flower and seeps into your blood like pollen.
Chloe Thurlow
#56. But that's the thing about East Texas. Red dirt never quite washes out, and pine pollen is tenacious as original sin. You can leave East Texas, for Houston, for the Metroplex, for the Commonwealth, for New York, or Bonn or Tokyo or Kowloon; but you can never quite leave it behind.
Markham Shaw Pyle
#57. Like the scorpion's question mark
drawn in the pollen on the canvas of the sky and of our brains at midnight
Aime Cesaire
#58. I travel as much as I do. It isn't the life I expected. I don't know what dust of pollen will come back with me from these travels.But I must trust that I will not treat frivolously the glimpses I've been given into other places and others' lives.
Jane Hirshfield
#59. A voluntary act to fill empty hours had become intensive labor streaked with the bad feelings that ride the skin like pollen when too much about one's neighbors is known.
Toni Morrison
#60. But look around at this world, how perfectly it's made. Flowers can't move, yet the insects come to them and spread their pollen. Trees can't move either, but birds and animals eat their fruit and carry their seeds far and wide.
Nahoko Uehashi
#61. It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious
Anne Sexton
#62. The world exists on thousands of different levels and just because some are more tragic than others, it doesn't make them any more valid. You fall into that way of thinking and you become so overwhelmed by the world's suffering, you go mad.
Bella Pollen
#63. I think women sign on for some ideal when they get married, and when they realise they haven't got anything close to what they want, they bury their disappointment.
Bella Pollen
#64. Unhappiness is a dangerous thing, like carbon monoxide. You don't smell it, you don't taste it, it's formless and colourless, but it poisons slowly. It seeps into every pore of your skin until one day your heart just stops beating.
Bella Pollen
#65. Ancient days of sorrow
ancient days of pain
-
heartaches of the past
slowly began to wane ...
(from gleaning granules)
Muse
#66. A little bit of suspicion is a dangerous thing; a drop from a pipette of poison into a bucket of otherwise clean water.
Bella Pollen
#67. Women only cut their hair in times of crisis ... It's somethin' a woman always has the power to do, even when she loses control over everything else. Cuttin' hair is a cry for help.
Bella Pollen
#68. Discontented women are like pressure cookers. The steam rises and one day they just reach boiling point.
Bella Pollen
#69. People aren't often asked to make life or death decisions. There are no causes to die for. You can go through life never knowing which of your friends would really come through for you
Bella Pollen
#70. You don't need to know what you're escaping from to become a fugitive.
Bella Pollen
#71. Children expect their mothers to love them, no matter what. Those who don't get this tend to feel cheated the rest of their lives.
Bella Pollen
#72. Let me tell you something: You can live in a broken home, you can play with a broken toy, but you cannot love with a broken heart.
Bella Pollen
