Quotes About Weed

Government has to be cut back like asparagus... every day... or it gets away and goes to seed. Ours did. When there's too much of it, the flower becomes a weed.

Anti-Semitism is a noxious weed that should be cut out. It has no place in America.

In Mallrats, you pretty much don't see him sell any weed, really. I don't consider him a big dealer.

To me, there is spirit in a reed. It's a living thing, a weed, really, and it does contain spirit of a sort. It's really an ancient vibration.

Chickweed is regarded by most gardeners as just that - a weed - but is excellent in sandwiches or salads.

I don't think there is an era of autocuties. I think if there is such a thing as an autocutie they weed themselves out because they can't hack it.

Ground-elder was introduced to Britain by the Romans for the commendable purpose of relieving gout, doubling as a pot-herb into the bargain. But 2,000 years and several medical revolutions later, it's become the most obstinate and detested weed in the nation's flowerbeds.

bristly oxtongue, a weed whose scabby leaves looked as if they were afflicted by industrial acne.

A pathetic shadow, torn between her envy and thrill of being seen with Masomma, sharing in the attention as a weed would, lapping up water meant for the lily upstream.

Religion acts as a moral gardener, to weed out, or suppress, evil tendencies, which, like weeds and nettles, would shoot up spontaneously in the wonderful compost of the garden, if unwatched.

So what if I'm smokin' weed onstage and doing what I gotta do? It's not me shooting nobody, stabbing nobody, killing nobody. It'sa peaceful gesture and they have to respect that and appreciate that.

I survived, carried on, glad to be like a weed, a wild red poppy, rooted in life.

All of your brain cells rotting from weed, feeling like if you ain't got it life's not as complete.

Was genius a weed that sprang up anywhere, or did it need a particular habitat?

One of Cosimo's favorite expressions was, Envy is weed that should not be watered.

What is a weed? I have heard it said that there are sixty definitions. For me, a weed is a plant out of place.

Revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more a man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out.

The fields were rifle with clouds of Queen Anne's lace, which would make a billowy wreath. Her father had always said there people who saw Queen Anne's lace as a weed, and those who considered it a flower, and he belonged to the latter group. If you think it's beautiful it is, he had told her.

Why is alcohol sanctioned and smiled at, while the police crack down constantly on weed—when it seemed to him that the weed smokers cause a lot less trouble than the drinkers?

We can in fact only define a weed, mutatis mutandis, in terms of the well-known definition of dirt - as matter out of place. What we call a weed is in fact merely a plant growing where we do not want it.

Slavery they can have anywhere. It is a weed that grows in every soil.

Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other. Throw it in the garbage and it springs up clean. Try to root it out and it only flourishes. Love is a weed, a dandelion that you poison from your heart. The taproots wait. The seeds blow off, ticklish, into a part of the yard you didn't spray. And one day, though you worked, though you prodded out each spiky leaf, you lift your eyes and dozens of fat golden faces bob in the grass.

Toleration is a herb of spontaneous growth in the Soil of Indifference; but the weed has none of the virtues of the medicinal plant, reared by Humility in the Garden of Zeal.

She thought of the orchids spreading across the plains below, choking the life out of other plants, out of the soil itself, selfish and unstoppable. Tally Youngblood was a weed. And, unlike the orchids, she wasn't even a pretty one.