Quotes About Weed

A person's mind full of greed grows only weed and that too with a high speed even if the brainy people sow their creativity seed into his/her materialistic head.

People are of two types of breed. One who is known for their good deeds & such folks' need is very high as they care; other who is known for their greed & such persons grow like weed everywhere.

i shall imagine life is not worth dying,if (and when)roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every weed's a rose,roses(you feel certain)will only smile

Ingratitude's a weed of every clime, It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.

Water purling between the rocks, weed under the surface like green hair in the wind.

Illusion is the most tenacious weed in the collective consciousness; history teaches, but it has no pupils.

Marijuana... That's not a drug, that's a plant.

And because, in all the Galaxy, they had found nothing more precious than Mind, they encouraged its dawning everywhere. They became farmers in the fields of stars; they sowed, and sometimes they reaped. And sometimes, dispassionately, they had to weed.

In her soul, sin continued to exist, like roots of a weed intertwined in the soil. It no longer blossomed or flared up or smelled fragrant, but it was still there in the soil.

Turned out the rugged mountains and humid climate of eastern Kentucky were excellent for growing weed. By the 1980s marijuana was believed to be the state's number one cash crop.

The logical feebleness of science is not sufficiently borne in mind. It keeps down the weed of superstition, not by logic but by slowly rendering the mental soil unfit for its cultivation.

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul; and the heart of man knoweth none more fragrant. While its opponent, ingratitude, is a deadly weed; not only poisonous in itself but impregnating the very atmosphere in which it grows, with fetid vapors.

But you will never completely bankrupt your soil's weed seed bank, for some seeds will always blow in or perhaps hitch a ride on the feet of a passing bird.

Power-lust is a weed that grows only in the vacant lots of an abandoned mind.

Why uproot a perfectly healthy white blazing star from the soil to allow room for a roadside weed?

In his heart, hope—that indestructible weed of the human heart—had begun to bloom again.

To control the consciousness of others becomes his only passion; power-lust is a weed that grows only in the vacant lots of an abandoned mind.

Anger is a weed; hate is a tree

I wish we were all hippies and did yoga, lived in cottages, smoked weed, accepted everyone for who they are, and listened to wonderful music. I wish money didn't make us who we are. I just wish we could redo society.

Anger is a weed; hate is the tree.

They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.

There are a shitload of songs about being in love with someone who doesn't love you back and I talk about weed and my cat and being lazy a lot.

New Rule: If we want to find a place to cut government waste, we must start with the DEA rubber duck. Yes, on the DEA's website you can buy a rubber ducky with a DEA badge and a cop's hat. Which I recommend doing, because they're a great place to hide your weed.

Before all hope died I used to have this stupid dream that shit could be saved, that we would be in bed together like the old times, with the fan on, the smoke from our weed drifting above us, and I'd finally try to say words that could have saved us. ________ ________ ________.