Life, it is not simple like a garden, where flowers are always flowers and weeds are always weeds.
I don't like weeds! My father made me mow weeds and cut weeds when I was a kid. I've hated weeds ever since I was 12 years old. I'll never go in the weeds! I'll never gonna take you in the weeds.
Even though flowers fall, don't regret it. Even though weeds grow, don't hate them. Don't arouse the passions of attraction and repulsion, hating and loving. If only we don't arouse the passions, the falling of flowers and the growing of weeds as they are is manifest absolute reality.
He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.
The mind is like a fertile garden in which anything that is planted, flowers or weeds, will grow.
You cannot take the mild approach to the weeds in your mental garden. You have got to hate weeds enough to kill them. Weeds are not something you handle; weeds are something you devastate.
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.
Pick the weeds and keep the flowers.
I cultivate my flowers and burn my weeds.
Our finest flowers are often weeds transplanted.
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
Nature knows no difference between weeds and flowers.
My basic weeding rule: if they grow in rows they're flowers; if they don't they're weeds.
Start edifying the flowers. Stop pointing out the weeds.
Weeds are luckier than flowers because they are not killed for their beauties!