A quote is just a tattoo on the tongue.
Nothing is more like a wise man than a fool who holds his tongue.
The tongue may hide the truth but the eyes—never!
To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define. The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito.
We have two ears and one tongue so that we would listen more and talk less.
You have me like a drawing, erased, coloured in, untitled, signed by your tongue.
The tongue is more to be feared than the sword.
If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, It might have been,' More sad are these we daily see: 'It is, but hadn't ought to be!'
Faithful heart may have froward tongue.
A white flower grows in the quietness. Let your tongue become that flower.
When translating one must proceed up to the intranslatable; only then one becomes aware of the foreign nation and the foreign tongue.
The pen is mightier than the sword, but the tongue is mightier than them both put together.
Only the dead can be forgiven; But when I think of that my tongue's a stone.
Certain it is, that as nothing can better do it; so there is nothing greater, for which God made our tongues, next to reciting His praises, than to minister comfort to a weary soul.
O tongue you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.
We monitor many frequencies. We listen always. Came a voice, out of the babel of tongues, speaking to us. It played us a mighty dub.
After 40, one's face begins to tell more than one's tongue.
Be careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things. They burn your tongue the moment they're spoken and you can never take them back.
Everybody asks me questions about the inside of James Franco's mouth.
Done to death by slanderous tongue
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.
Where is the lightning to lick you with its tongue? Where is the madness with which you should be cleansed? Behold, I show you the Superman. He is this lightning, he is this madness.
Truth always has a bewitching savor of newness in it, and novelty at the first taste recalls that original sweetness to the tongue; but alas for him who would make the one a substitute for the other.
Incurable wounds are those inflicted by tongue and eye, by mockery and disdain.
I cannot, nor I will not hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.
