Neither do thou lust after that tawny weed tobacco.
Neither do thou lust after that tawny weed tobacco.
There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.
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.
So what if I'm smokin' weed onstage and doing what I gotta do? It's not me shooting nobody, stabbing nobody, killing nobody. It's a peaceful gesture and they have to respect that and appreciate that.
Live neither in the present nor the future, but in the eternal. The giant weed (of evil) cannot flower there this blot upon existence is wiped out by the very atmosphere of eternal thought.
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tattered weed of small worth held.
Revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more a man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out.
That's Roman wormwood that's pigweed that's sorrel that's pipergrass have at him, chop him up, turn his roots upward to the sun, don't let him have a fibre in the shade, if you do he'll turn himself t'other side up and be as green as a leek in two days. A long war, not with cranes, but with weeds, those Trojans who had sun and rain and dews on their side. Daily the beans saw me come to their rescue armed with a hoe, and thin the ranks of their enemies, filling up the trenches with weed dead. May a lusty crestwaving Hector, that towered a whole foot above his crowding comrades, fell before my weapon and rolled in the dust.
My idea of gardening is to discover something wild in my wood and weed around it with the utmost care until it has a chance to grow and spread.
I grew up like a neglected weed - ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it.
Pernicious weed whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.
If you allow one single germ, one single seed of slavery to remain in the soil of America... that germ will spring up, that noxious weed will thrive, and again stifle the growth, wither the leaves, blast the flowers and poison the fair fruits of freedom.
Once you go inside and weed through the muck, you will find the real beauty, the truth about yourself.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself, it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity.
I didn't want to tell the tree or weed what it was. I wanted it to tell me something and through me express its meaning in nature.
Anti-Semitism is a noxious weed that should be cut out. It has no place in America.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories