A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
A weed is but an unloved flower.
Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.
Your minds may now be likened to a garden, which will, if neglected, yield only weeds and thistles; but, if cultivated, will produce the most beautiful flowers, and the most delicious fruits.
Love is the flower you've got to let grow.
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.
Flowers are an easy, eloquent expression of love at a time when words can seem clumsy and inadequate.
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.
Just as a flower which seems beautiful and has color but no perfume, so are the fruitless words of the man who speaks them but does them not.
What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.