Of all things upon earth that bleed and grow, A herb most bruised is woman.

Of all things upon earth that bleed and grow,
A herb most bruised is woman.

In the garden of ethics, even the smallest weeds can choke out the tallest flowers.

life is like weeds

Quoi qu'il en soit, les fleurs tombent malgré notre attachement et les mauvaises herbes poussent malgré notre aversion

Ever since we arrived on this planet as a species, we've cut them down, dug them up, burnt them and poisoned them. Today we're doing so on a greater scale than ever […] We destroy plants at our peril. Neither we nor any other animal can survive without them. The time has now come for us to cherish our green inheritance, not to pillage it – for without it, we will surely perish.

5465. Weeds are apt to grow faster than good Herbs.

What else can one do, when we think of all the things we do not know the reason for, than go look at a field of wheat? The history of those plants is like our own; for aren't we, who live on bread, to a considerable extent like wheat, at least aren't we forced to submit to growing like a plant without the power to move, by which I mean in what way our imagination impels us, and to being reaped when we are ripe, like the same wheat?

A man's nature runs either to herbs or weeds; therefore like him seasonably water the one, and destroy the other.

We're just a weed in the universe

the Indians, were like the weeds. That roses you had to water and give fertilizer or they’d die. But weeds, indigenous plants, you gave them nada-nothing; hell, you even poisoned them and put concrete over them, and those weeds would still break the concrete, reaching for the sunlight of God. “That’s the power of our people,” my father would tell me, “we’re the weeds, LAS YERBAS DE TODO EL MUNDO!”

This life of ours...human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up — -no more flower.

Your life is like a garden. If you’re not intentional, your garden will be overrun with weeds and randomness.

A man's nature runs either to herbs or weeds; therefore let him seasonably water the one, and destroy the other.