Quotes on Tongue

When the eyes say one thing, and the tongue another, a practiced man relies on the language of the first.

What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say

Forge thy tongue on an anvil of truth and what flies up, though it be but a spark, will have light.

We must be free or die, who speak the tongue_x000D_ _x000D_ That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold_x000D_ _x000D_ Which Milton held.

The eyes those silent tongues of love.

The tongue may hide the truth but the eyes—never!

Where the lips are silent the heart has a thousand tongues.

You'll find truth in your looking glass, not on the tongues of men.

She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak at all." I test the words on my tongue. "I think I might be in love with her. But how can I really know, since the only love I've ever experienced was written for me?

She wanted to hold foreign syllables like mints on her tongue until they dissolved into fluency.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.

Poetry expands the senses and keeps them in prime condition. It keeps you aware of your nose, your eye, your ear, your tongue, your hand.

German is my mother tongue and as such more natural to me, but I consider Czech much more affectionate, which is why your letter removes several uncertainties; I see you more clearly, the movements of your body, your hands, so quick, so resolute, it’s almost like a meeting.

Our language needs endless synonyms for beautiful; the eyes could see what the tongue cannot possibly describe.

My head is full of fire and grief and my tongue runs wild, pierced with shards of glass.

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.

My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.

There is nothing that so much gratifies an ill tongue as when it finds an angry heart.

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo

I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

Why love the woman who is your wife? Her nose breathes in the air of a world that I know; therefore I love that nose. Her ears hear music I might sing half the night through; therefore I love her ears. Her eyes delight in seasons of the land; and so I love those eyes. Her tongue knows quince, peach, chokeberry, mint and lime; I love to hear it speaking. Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain. Shared and once again shared experience.