Our finest flowers are often weeds transplanted.
Start edifying the flowers. Stop pointing out the weeds.
Sometimes I think my soul is full of weeds!
Weeds grasp their own essence and express its truth.
Little deeds are like little seeds, they grow to flowers or to weeds.
There are not the weeds the ones that drown the good seed, but the negligence of the peasant.
Worthless as wither'd weeds.
Don't let weeds grow around your dreams.
Despite the warnings of other times, the impetuous and the confident continue their indiscriminate cultivation of weeds at the expense of occasional flowers.
Grace-driven effort wants to get to the bottom of behavior, not just manage behavior. If you're simply managing behavior but not removing the roots of that behavior, then the weeds simply sprout up in another place.
So it is with life. Those thorns, the prickly problems of life, cause us to strive to rise above them and then, as we do, we learn. We learn to exercise true compassion, true kindness - or the thorns, if we let them, cause us to brood, to mourn over our trials. Then we plant the seeds of bitterness, hate, and ruin - weeds. We may reach up for the rose or down to the weeds. . . the weeds in life that tangle us, strangle us, and cause us to lose hope.
Don't plant your days they turn into weeds
The mind is like a fertile garden in which anything that is planted, flowers or weeds, will grow.
The whole educational and professional training system is a very elaborate filter, which just weeds out people who are too independent, and who think for themselves, and who don't know how to be submissive, and so on -- because they're dysfunctional to the institutions.
If you don't sow your field what harvest other than thorns and weeds can you anticipate?
A good garden may have some weeds.
There must be every kind of books in your library. The most beautiful gardens are those with many different flowers, with all kinds of herbs and weeds!
Good manners, Madam, are had these days not For your asking, nor mine, nor what-we-used-to-be's. The day is a loud grenade that bursts a smile Of serious weeds in a comic lily plot.
Weeds grow sometimes very much like flowers, and you can't tell the difference between true and false merely by the shape.
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
