When the wind likes a path, the weeds around that path will tremble all day long!

Awake! Arise! The hour is late! Angels are knocking at thy door!They are in haste and cannot wait, And once departed come no more.Awake! Arise! The athlete's arm Loses its strength by too much rest;The fallow land, the untilled farm Produces only weeds at best.

A man of words and not of deeds, Is like a garden full of weeds.

After Nicholas hung up the phone, he watched his mother carry buckets and garden tools across the couch grass toward a bed that would, come spring, be brightly ablaze as tropical coral with colorful arctotis, impatiens, and petunias. Katherine dug with hard chopping strokes, pulling out wandering jew and oxalis, tossing the uprooted weeds into a black pot beside her.The garden will be beautiful, he thought. But how do the weeds feel about it? Sacrifices must be made.

Becky was a weed.  Nobody ever wanted them taking over the bigger, prettier plants.  People went to all extremes to make them go away.  They sprayed poison, pulled until the roots gave way. They felt only like their garden was complete when every tendril was extirpated.  This was how she felt from birth.

In God's garden even the weeds are beautiful.In my garden, I've only got weeds. I think they're a nuisance.

If you leave your soil untilled, you will not benefit from God’s rain. Even if God pours down a heavy rainfall, it will only grow weeds on your land.

When life is not coming up rosesLook to the weedsand find the beauty hidden within them.

Growing Literacy of the Heart and Mind Cultivates the Landscape of a Child's Future.

I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in the cracks of the sidewalk and we always end up killing them.