Top Stung Quotes

  • She didn’t know how she would survive when every breath stung, every tear burned, and every step took her further from the only man she’d ever loved. – Janell Rhiannon

    She didn’t know how she would survive when every breath stung, every tear burned, and every step took her further from the only man she’d ever loved.– Janell Rhiannon

  • Negativity is like being stung constantly by a thousand bees. At first it’s really annoying, but after a few more stings it becomes toxic. – James JeanPierre

    Negativity is like being stung constantly by a thousand bees. At first it’s really annoying, but after a few more stings it becomes toxic.– James JeanPierre

  • One who has been stung by a spider should not go out and kill bees. – Matshona Dhliwayo

    One who has been stung by a spider should not go out and kill bees.– Matshona Dhliwayo

  • She was stung by sharp regret thinking about the sheets and tablecloths, so costly and never used due to excessive regard. – Paolo Giordano

    She was stung by sharp regret thinking about the sheets and tablecloths, so costly and never used due to excessive regard.– Paolo Giordano

  • A believer shall not be stung twice out of the same hole. – Rickey Price

    A believer shall not be stung twice out of the same hole.– Rickey Price

  • Those who have not been stung will hardly fear a bee the same as those who have. – Sara Sheridan

    Those who have not been stung will hardly fear a bee the same as those who have.– Sara Sheridan

  • I’d rather be stung to death by a bunch of piss ants. ~Synola Harper, You’re Busting My Nuptials – Ann Everett

    I’d rather be stung to death by a bunch of piss ants. ~Synola Harper, You’re Busting My Nuptials– Ann Everett

  • Learn about hornets from those who have been stung by them. – Idries Shah

    Learn about hornets from those who have been stung by them.– Idries Shah

  • Her dark hair was scattered and its beauty stung his eyes like smoke and ate into his heart. – Boris Pasternak

    Her dark hair was scattered and its beauty stung his eyes like smoke and ate into his heart.– Boris Pasternak