Warm Honey Quotes

#1. He pulls my swaddled figure close to his chest and I shatter. Two three four fifty thousand pieces of feeling stab me in the heart, melt into drops of warm honey that soothe the scars in my soul.

Tahereh Mafi

#2. Black women were created of
brown sugar and warm honey.
the sweetest thing to bless the earth.
be wary of anyone who tells you otherwise.

Alexandra Elle

#3. Warm honey, a shot of raw whiskey, and a little hot puff of smoke wafted from his mouth like a fine and rare brandy being decanted. -- Chloe San Valentine from 3 WISHES

Peggy Jaeger

#4. When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don't know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don't know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.

Melina Marchetta

#5. When you take away our bodies and our names, all that's left is the feeling. And the feeling is like warm honey.

James Dawson

#6. I've always been attracted to the 'don't follow the rules' type of girl, the rocker girl. I've always been attracted to somebody who you can lose yourself in the moment with. You can hang out with her, and it's like you're the only two people in the room.

Steven R. McQueen

#7. If I have to die, then it's best to do so before I see everything I love, the land, the animals, the people, all of it destroyed.

Wilbur Smith

#8. Ana, honey. The voice is soft and warm, full of love and sweet memories of times gone by.

E.L. James

#9. Become slower in your journey through life. Practice yoga and meditation if you suffer from 'hurry sickness.' Become more introspective by visiting quiet places such as churches, museums, mountains and lakes. Give yourself permission to read at least one novel a month for pleasure.

Wayne Dyer

#10. They peered at him with their shining honey warm molasses-brown eyes. Their smiles, the white smiles pinned to their faces, were wide as all of summer.

Ray Bradbury

#11. Yum his lips were soft, wet and warm, tasted of honey. He looked hot today; a dark, tight blue tank top showed off his six-pack and muscular arms. The blue in his eyes were luminous.

Elena Carpenter

#12. (On Captain Britain) Every British person thinks he's got the same accent as them. The air around him is warm like a summer meadow. He smells of honey. I've seen grown men weep at the sight of him.

Paul Cornell

#13. To be both rich and handsome was bad enough. But to have a voice like honey over warm bread on top of that was simply inexcusable.

Patrick Rothfuss

#14. Praying is no easy matter. It demands a relationship in which you allow someone other than yourself to enter into the very center of your person, to see there what you would rather leave in darkness, and to touch there what you would rather leave untouched.

Henri Nouwen

#15. I was the classic middle child in some ways, the one who could have been a priest in an alternate universe.

Chiwetel Ejiofor

#16. Fourteen preteen girls, a tableful of werewolves - there were certain monstrous similarities.

Patricia Briggs

#17. Quest is at the heart of what I do-the holy grail, and the terror that you'll never find it, seemed a perfect metaphor for life.

Jeanette Winterson

#18. I know her sweet pussy is fresh. There's no way that controlling bitch of a mother let a cock anywhere near her honey hive. No, that warm, sugary center she's got dripping between her legs is all for me. When

Alexa Riley

#19. Fall arrived with its honey light and cool evenings, and the maple leaves brightened to match the reds and yellow of ripe apples. It was time to put away the bounty of the warm months for fortitude during the cold ones, as humans had done for centuries.

Melissa Coleman

#20. He smelled like magic and sweat and the sea, but there was something else beneath all that, something sweet and warm like honey, and just for a moment I didn't feel afraid anymore.

Cassandra Rose Clarke

#21. I have to remind my dad, 'Journalists - no matter how many cigars they smoke with you - are not your friends, so don't talk to them.'

Cameron Diaz

#22. Deliberately or not, every author is of course present in every book he or she writes - even in a scientific text.

Abraham Pais

#23. The Manuka honey face mask is another favorite of mine that I actually do. I know there are these people that recommend crazy masks, and I'm like, 'There is no way you're putting that on your face!' But I do put Manuka honey on my face. I take a teaspoon and warm it up.

Michelle Phan

#24. Willpower and desire, when properly combined, make an irresistible pair.

Napoleon Hill

#25. THE END OF a case is always long, tedious, and anticlimactic,

Laurie R. King

#26. Fink, boasted to The Wichita Eagle in 2012, "I think that's actually one of the things that happened at the Obama administration, is that every rock they overturned, they saw people who were against it, and it turned out to be us.

Jane Mayer

#27. Ethics and religion must not stay at home when we go to work.

Achille Silvestrini

#28. At home, I warm milk, stir in two teaspoons of honey, and drink it in a teacup. It's so basic yet pure; I love it.

Daniel Humm

#29. I don't look down on tourism. I live in Hawaii where we have 7 million visitors a year. If they weren't there, there would be no economy. So I understand why a tourist economy is necessary.

Paul Theroux

#30. Do you want me to call you Celery Stick instead of Cupcake or Honey-Pie? It just doesn't inspire the same warm and fuzzy feelings.

Richelle Mead

#31. I have fond memories from growing up in Switzerland and drinking a glass of warm milk with a spoonful of honey before bed.

Daniel Humm

#32. You're here," he says, and his voice is like sunshine, like honey, it's warm and rich and moreish. "I'm so very glad." Where Silas's voice is spikes and edges, every word a warning, this man's voice is smooth, velvety and beckoning.

Melinda Salisbury

#33. To wish for your own happiness is sometimes coupled with another person's unhappiness. Since I couldn't pray for my own happiness, I prayed to the moon in the night sky for the happiness of the one whose warm hand I held.

Chica Umino

#34. It was the month of May and there was warm sunshine dripping through the holes between the clouds, like the sky was a broken blue bowl and a child was trying to keep honey in it.

Chris Cleave