You would not go into an apple orchard and eat the weeds so why would you go into your day and feast on worries?.
There's a man who's been out sailing In a decade full of dreams And he takes her to a schooner And he treats her like a queen Bearing beads from California With their amber stones and green He has called her from the harbor He has kissed her with his freedom He has heard her off to starboard In the breaking and the breathing Of the water weeds While she was busy being free
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 are luckier than flowers because they are not killed for their beauties!
Tend your own garden: savor the blossoms, trim the weeds.
Little deeds are like little seeds, they grow to flowers or to weeds.
Suspicion and persecution are weeds of the same dunghill, and flourish best together.
I cultivate my flowers and burn my weeds.
Pick the weeds and keep the flowers.
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.
Before falling to the scythe the weeds enjoy a little breeze.
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.
What cities, as great as this, have. . . promised themselves immortality! Posterity can hardly trace the situation of some. The sorrowful traveller wanders over the awful ruins of others. . . . Here stood their citadel, but now grown over with weeds; there their senate-house, but now the haunt of every noxious reptile; temples and theatres stood here, now only an undistinguished heap of ruins.
Don't water your weeds.
Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
There are bitter weeds in England.
Our finest flowers are often weeds transplanted.
A whole generation of people that didn't know me from 'SNL' recognize me from 'Weeds' now. People recognize me once in a while and appreciate the work. It gets a little embarrassing but it's good. If you work as an accountant, you don't have people coming up to you in the streets saying, 'Hey, great job on tax statements!'
