Weeds Quotes

A weed is a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.

A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.

Plant and your spouse plants with you; weed and you weed alone.

All my friends were in the park smoking weed and getting pregnant.

I didn't want to be the young black girl having a baby, a baby's father, being on welfare. That wasn't going to be my story.

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.

The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.

Once you go inside and weed through the muck, you will find the real beauty, the truth about yourself.

Bamboo is not a weed, it's a flowering plant. Bamboo is a magnificent plant.

If we had paid no more attention to our plants than we have to our children, we would now be living in a jungle of weed.

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

Slavery is a weed that grows on every soil.

A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.

My mother always called me an ugly weed, so I never was aware of anything until I was older. Plain girls should have someone telling them they are beautiful. Sometimes this works miracles.

The only way you can bring in the harvest in the fall is to plant in the spring, and to water, weed, fertilize in the summer

There are two modes of criticism. One which crushes to earth without mercy all the humble buds of Phantasy, all the plants that, though green and fruitful, are also a prey to insects or have suffered by drought. It weeds well the garden, and cannot believe the weed in its native soil may be a pretty, graceful plant. There is another mode which enters into the natural history of every thing that breathes and lives, which believes no impulse to be entirely in vain, which scrutinizes circumstances, motive and object before it condemns, and believes there is a beauty in natural form, if its law and purpose be understood.

I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far every time the door opens.

Love, the strongest and deepest element in all life, the harbinger of hope, of joy, of ecstasy; love, the defier of all laws, of all conventions; love, the freest, the most powerful molder of human destiny; how can such an all-compelling force be synonymous with that poor little State and Church-begotten weed, marriage?

There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.

Some faults are so closely allied to qualities that it is difficult to weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.

I attribute the quarrelsome nature of the Middle Ages young men entirely to the want of the soothing weed.

That's what I do... Some people smoke weed, some people smoke cigarettes, some people snort coke... I pop pills, I smoke and I drink syrup, that's my twist.

Did you ever see Cheech and Chong's Up in Smoke? That's what happens if you really smoke weed and make a movie. You get two guys and no plot and it's basically like, 'Yeah! Let's drive a van made of weed!' And that's pretty much the movie.

I didn't want to tell the tree or weed what it was.

I wanted it to tell me something and through me express its meaning in nature.

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's a peaceful gesture and they have to respect that and appreciate that.

Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, less than the weed that grows beside thy door.

God doesn't go to jail for the pound of weed you got caught going over the Laredo with - even though he apparently has the knowledge, power, and care to prevent it - you go to jail. God passes go and the courts collect two hundred dollars.

I love having my hands in the dirt. It is never a science and always an art. There are no rules. And if it comes down to me versus that weed I'm trying to pull out of the ground that doesn't want to come out? I know I'll win.

No computer, no gadget, no trickery. I am an animal, it is a plant. I will beat the weed!

When people will not weed their own minds, they are apt to be overrun by nettles.

Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.

Ignorance is an evil weed, which dictators may cultivate among their dupes, but which no democracy can afford among its citizens.

Violence is like a weed - it does not die even in the greatest drought.

If you allow one single germ, one single seed of slavery to remain in the soil of America... that germ will spring up, that noxious weed will thrive, and again stifle the growth, wither the leaves, blast the flowers and poison the fair fruits of freedom.

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.

A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill, except learning how to grow in rows. Be a weed.

I grew up like a neglected weed - ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it.