What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.[What is a sorrow? A feeling whose benefits have not yet been discovered]
Interpretation
The quote suggests that things often labeled as negative may have undiscovered value.
Ralph Waldo Emerson's quote reflects on the nature of perception and value, particularly regarding things that are often dismissed or seen in a negative light. By comparing a weed to a sorrow, he implies that just as a weed may have undiscovered virtues, so too may our sorrows contain hidden benefits or lessons that can lead to personal growth. This perspective encourages us to reassess our judgments about the experiences and elements in our lives that we often overlook or undervalue.
In practice
In a speech about personal development, this quote can inspire listeners to embrace their challenges.
It is plain that there is no separate essence called courage, no cup or cell in the brain, no vessel in the heart containing drops or atoms that make or give this virtue; but it is the right or healthy state of every man, when he is free to do that which is constitutional to him to do.
Few people have any next, they live from hand to mouth without a plan, and are always at the end of their line.
Men cease to interest us when we find their limitations
Tis the good reader that makes the good book; a good head cannot read amiss: in every book he finds passages which seem confidences or asides hidden from all else and unmistakeably meant for his ear.
The world belongs to the energetic.
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
It's very depressing to live in a time where it's easier to break an atom than a prejudice.
The process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination.
The major threats to our survival no longer stem from nature without but from our own human nature within. It is our carelessness, our hostilities, our selfishness and pride and willful ignorance that endanger the world.
Being young, working class, and black, everything you do is policed. If someone hits you and you hit back, you are aggressive. If you cry, you are weak. You are kind of always pretending to be something.
Our actions seem to have their lucky and unlucky stars, to which a great part of that blame and that commendation is due which is given to the actions themselves.
Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.
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