Quotes About Weeds

We cultivate our feelings the way we cultivate a garden: we can't entirely prevent weeds from coming up, but we can take care to remove them before they do much harm.

I learn more about God From weeds than from roses; Resilience springing Through the smallest chink of hope In the absolute of concrete....

I'm the hidden bug in the tall weeds, lighting fires no one can see.

Don't water your weeds.

Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.

Poet To mask the fiery thought, in simple words succeeds. For still the craft of genius is, To mask a king in weeds

Crabgrass can grow on bowling balls in airless rooms, and there is no known way to kill it that does not involve nuclear weapons.

There is a popular misconception that native flowers are 'weeds', but of course a weed is just a plant growing where the gardener doesn't want it to be.

The boat rocked perilously as they heaved and tore at the clinging weeds, razor-sharp and strong as grave-bands.

The vilest deeds like poison weeds Bloom well in prison air; It is only what is good in man That wastes and withers there.

Man is by definition the first and primary weed under whose influence all other weeds have evolved.

The man who accepts the laissez-faire doctrine would allow his garden to grow wild so that roses might fight it out with the weeds and the fittest might survive.

Man is by definition the first and primary weed. Weeds are not the other. Weeds are us.

Man is an animal that cannot long be left in safety without occupation; the growth of his fallow nature is apt to run into weeds.

We plant seeds that will flower as results in our lives, so best to remove the weeds of anger, avarice, envy and doubt, that peace and abundance may manifest for all.

The weeds keep multiplying in our garden, which is our mind ruled by fear. Rip them out and call them by name.

Don't water your weeds

There is a banking adage that if it's growing like a weed, it's a good chance that it's a weed.

We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.

Small herbs have grace, great weeds to grow apace.

Weeds are nature's graffiti.

But stinging nettles: They just love existing, don't they? They're bastards. Stinging nettles are the Nazis of the weed world.

Emongst the Roses grow some wicked weeds; For this was not to love, but lust inclind; For love does alwayes bring forth bounteous deeds, And in each gentle hart desire of honour breeds.

Faire Ladies, that to loue captiued arre, And chaste desires do nourish in your mind, Let not her fault your sweet affections marre, Ne blot the bounty of all womankind; 'Mongst thousands good one wanton Dame to find: Emongst the Roses grow some wicked weeds; For this was not to loue, but lust inclind; For loue does alwayes bring forth bounteous deeds, And in each gentle hart desire of honour breeds.