Weed Quotes

“And God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat.”
― Anonymous, The Holy Bible: King James Version

“The fact that, in the United States, there are people serving ten-year prison terms for growing marijuana plants in their backyards while Wall Street racketeers, who have defrauded millions of people and destroyed the global economy, walk free is a kind of bizarre hypocrisy that boggles my mind.”
― Mark Haskell Smith, Heart of Dankness: Underground Botanists, Outlaw Farmers, and the Race for the Cannabis Cup

“I see things in windows and I say to myself that I want them. I want them because I want to belong. I want to be liked by more people, I want to be held in higher regard than others. I want to feel valued, so I say to myself to watch certain shows. I watch certain shows on the television so I can participate in dialogues and conversations and debates with people who want the same things I want. I want to dress a certain way so certain groups of people are forced to be attracted to me. I want to do my hair a certain way with certain styling products and particular combs and methods so that I can fit in with the In-Crowd. I want to spend hours upon hours at the gym, stuffing my body with what scientists are calling 'superfoods', so that I can be loved and envied by everyone around me. I want to become an icon on someone's mantle. I want to work meaningless jobs so that I can fill my wallet and parentally-advised bank accounts with monetary potential. I want to believe what's on the news so that I can feel normal along with the rest of forever. I want to listen to the Top Ten on Q102, and roll my windows down so others can hear it and see that I am listening to it, and enjoying it. I want to go to church every Sunday, and pray every other day. I want to believe that what I do is for the promise of a peaceful afterlife. I want rewards for my 'good' deeds. I want acknowledgment and praise. And I want people to know that I put out that fire. I want people to know that I support the war effort. I want people to know that I volunteer to save lives. I want to be seen and heard and pointed at with love. I want to read my name in the history books during a future full of clones exactly like me.

The mirror, I've noticed, is almost always positioned above the sink. Though the sink offers more depth than a mirror, and mirror is only able to reflect, the sink is held in lower regard. Lower still is the toilet, and thought it offers even more depth than the sink, we piss and shit in it. I want these kind of architectural details to be paralleled in my every day life. I want to care more about my reflection, and less about my cleanliness. I want to be seen as someone who lives externally, and never internally, unless I am able to lock the door behind me.

I want these things, because if I didn't, I would be dead in the mirrors of those around me. I would be nothing. I would be an example. Sunken, and easily washed away.”
― Dave Matthes

“...hideous psychic fallout they'd all endured both in active marijuana-dependency and then in marijuana-detox: the social isolation, anxious lassitude, and the hyperself-consciousness that then reinforced the withdrawal and anxiety - the increasing emotional abstraction, poverty of affect, and then total emotional catalepsy - the obsessive analyzing, finally the paralytic stasis that results from obsessive analysis of all possible implications of both getting up from the couch and not getting up from the couch...”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

“They are trying to take you back from me now, and they will—but only for a brief, little while—”
― Maryrose Wood, The Poison Diaries

“The difference between a flower and a weed is perspective.”
― Christian Baloga

“Our soul is like a garden in which the weeds are ever ready to choke the good plants and flowers that have been sown in it. If the gardener who has charge of this garden neglects it, if he is not continually using the spade and the hoe, the flowers and plants will soon disappear.”
― John Vianney

“You say my name weird."

He wipes at the crumbs on the table. "How's that?"

"You linger over it, like you're about to take it's clothes off and fuck it."

"Weed is truth serum for you.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, The Revenge Pact

“Well, it is half an hour yet before prayer-meeting time, so I am going around to the kitchen garden to have a little evening hate with the weeds.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Rilla of Ingleside

“If you step on a beautiful mushroom, it will be crushed and die! If you step on a pale weed, it will be crushed first, then it will stand up! In this universe, being sturdy is more important than being beautiful!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Some say weed, I say Poetry!”
― paul sachudhanandam

“He probably wouldn’t do any jail time at all, not with the perennial War on Drugs in full force. Too many dope smokers and pill poppers to lock up instead.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“A foolish man cleans before becoming dirty.”
― Xander M. Staley

“Forgetting is often more important then remembering.”
― Xander M. Staley

“This good thing happened. For my brother. And when I found out, I was so fucking high... and I was happy, but it was a different kind of happy. A tinted happy. A happy with one of those fiberglass screen doors covering it. I’ll never hear his news for the first time again. I lost out on a full moment forever.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

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“A person who finds a herb has found a cure.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“Some ay weed, I say Poetry!”
― paul sachudhanandam

“You should not water the ground if all that you see are weeds.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“They dump their bulky backpacks, weighed down with tools, food, poisonous chemicals, plastic piping, and tents, and begin cutting trees and clearing the ground, manually and with herbicides. Then they set to work laying out waterlines, building check dams, and digging into the soil before planting thousands of cannabis seeds.”
― Char Miller, Natural Consequences: Intimate Essays for a Planet in Peril

“After my sentencing from the judge, I started getting drug tested regularly. As a result, I had to stop smoking weed. In place of weed, I started doing other drugs that stayed in my system for shorter amounts of time and were harder to detect. It started with nontraceable substances like mushrooms, acid, and 2-CB (a derivative of mescaline), but it quickly turned into hard drugs. While weed was detectable on tests for up to a month, hard drugs were only traceable for a few days or a week at most. Ironically, the drug tests which were meant to discourage me from drug use, turned me on to hard drugs.”
― Michael J Heil, Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose

“It was my norm to go to events high. I passed my driver’s exam high on weed, and I had intentionally gone to detention shrooming, just to see if I could do it without getting caught. I was determined to convince the world that every form of drug use should be legalized, determined to overthrow the authorities by proving their fickle policies futile. I was an advocate of anarchy, dead set on self-satisfaction. As a result, I went through most of high school either high, drunk, or locked up, with some sort of crumbled prescription up my nose.”
― Michael J Heil, Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose

“The more I had to fight to smoke weed, the more obsessed I became with it. Over time, it became more of a necessity than a luxury.”
― Michael J Heil, Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose

“I knew that classifying one drug as better or more tolerable than another was stupid as well. Weed was the reason I had become an addict in the first place. It had always been one of the main substances that kept me stuck, and one of the main excuses that kept me returning to this empty lifestyle. I just had so many years of bad habits that my very best and most genuine efforts to thwart addiction were not enough. I was the dog that returns to its vomit—the sinner who can’t help but return to his sin.”
― Michael J Heil, Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose

“The marks and wounds from the attack on the 8th of January were changing colors over time. There was still a large graze on my lower back or hip, caused either by flying backwards and falling on the asphalt or possibly a kick or another. I wasn't sure. Over the course of a few weeks, I saw the bruise change colors from purple to black to blue to green, yellow. I sent a picture of it to Martina, along with a depiction of how skinny and sad I had become. I had lost my appetite and had no desire to eat. Since months. I was filled with thoughts of wanting to end all this, unable to imagine living without her, without us, our joy. I struggled to eat, live, and breathe without our love. To this day. My depression (was and is) severe, and I looked like a survivor from a death camp. Just like today.
A Prisoner of War. Marked for Death. And I knew Martina was not looking any better, „Missing.” „In Action.”

Her words were echoing in my head, in the apartment full of death and violence, (Satan) with invisible marks in plain sight, (Evil Eye) everywhere.

One such mark of terror (Hell) and the one-sided wars, all the violence and foolish hatred, (Psychopathy) was the missing glass from the bedroom door, broken by Martina, (Golem) which was why I could clearly hear the couple having sex in our bedroom even with the doors closed. Even near the washing machine, at the other end of the apartment.

In the kitchen, I noticed a small bouquet of flowers I had bought for Martina on the first days. I had purchased it from a very old lady in the underground near the Universitat metro station. As I looked at it, still stuck to the wall, I realized it had been there for a year.
I sent her a picture of it and, to my surprise, she replied. She told me she loved me and wanted us to be happy. She said we should get a cat and that she wanted to see me and have me bring her the tiny bouquet of flowers. Not her blender from the kitchen, not her shoes, not her bathrobe, not the large images on the wall. Just the tiny flower. It seemed fishy that once again, I wouldn't come back home alive if I went to see her and give her those tiny flowers.

And I was Vincent van Gogh now.”
― Tomas Adam Nyapi, BARCELONA MARIJUANA MAFIA

“In my younger days, I craved for love more than I craved for weed. Then I realised that weed is easier to get than love.”
― Shon Mehta, Lair Of The Monster

“Some of the stories about my childhood is vague, because a bitch is 55 and I've smoked a lot of weed.”
― Leslie Jones, Leslie F*cking Jones: A Memoir

“We all give away our goods to soon...
And we're waiting for something to say, instead of listening”
― Raccoon, Took A Hit

“Why do I love CBGa so much? Paired with Omegas its action in the ECS helps make Anandamide. That’s the endocannabinoid known as the “bliss molecule” for its role in producing feelings of happiness. It works by binding to the same receptors as THC does.”
― Mike Robinson, Founder Global Cannabinoid Research Center

“When CBG meets the CYP enzymes that allow for metabolism, it's not just a casual encounter; it's a transformative one.”
― Mike Robinson, Founder Global Cannabinoid Research Center