#tongue

The tongue like a sharp knife... Kills without drawing blood. ↗

— Buddha

#drawing #kills #knife #like #sharp

You remember that my great vision came to me when I was only nine years old, and you have seen that I was not much good for anything until after I had performed the horse dance near the mouth of the Tongue River during my eighteenth summer. ↗

— Black Elk

#anything #came #dance #during #eighteenth

There are the further difficulties of building a population out of a diversity of races, each at a different stage of cultural evolution, some in need of restraint, many in need of protection; everywhere a bewildering Babel of tongues. ↗

— Arthur Keith

#bewildering #building #cultural #different #difficulties

Ambition drove many men to become false; to have one thought locked in the breast, another ready on the tongue. ↗

— Sallust

#another #become #drove #false #locked

When I need a word and do not find it in French, I select it from other tongues, and the reader has either to understand or translate me. Such is my fate. ↗

— Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin

#fate #find #french #i #me

Why does the lizard stick his tongue out? The lizard sticks its tongue out because that's the way its listening and looking and tasting its environment. It's its means of appreciating what's in front of it. ↗

— William Shatner

#because #does #environment #front #his

Welsh is my mother tongue, and my children speak it. If you come and live in this community you'll work out pretty quickly that it's beneficial to learn the language, because if you're going to the pub or a cafe you need to be a part of the local life. ↗

— Bryn Terfel

#beneficial #cafe #children #come #community

A woman may have a witty tongue or a stinging pen but she will never laugh at her own individual shortcomings. ↗

— Irvin S. Cobb

#individual #laugh #may #never #own

Pick your words carefully as it has the power to make the sentence beautiful or ugly..... ↗

— Adil Adam Memon

#beauty

Only wings evade death. Neruda says so.' As he turns the page he looks at Zara and makes his bright blue eyes big. 'And Neruda knows.' He reaches for his pipe. Zara stares at him for some time. 'Was he a friend of God?' Who? Neruda?' Yes.' He may have been, I'm not sure, petite. For all we know he may even have been God. ↗

— Susan Mann

#death