A fresh and vigorous weed, always renewed and renewing, it will cut its wondrous way through rubbish and rubble.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A good garden may have some weeds.
Government has to be cut back like asparagus... every day... or it gets away and goes to seed. Ours did. When there's too much of it, the flower becomes a weed.
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.
Without hard work, nothing grows but weeds.
The real challenge in this line of work is being able to weed the productive ones from the chaff, to decide which you're going to spend the next six to nine months turning into something that people will pay for.
What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.
Science grows like a weed every year.
A beginner must look on himself as one setting out to make a garden for his Lord's pleasure, on most unfruitful soil which abounds in weeds. His Majesty roots up the weeds and will put in good plants instead. Let us reckon that this is already done when the soul decides to practice prayer and has begun to do so.
The weeds keep multiplying in our garden, which is our mind ruled by fear. Rip them out and call them by name.
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.
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