One paire of eares drawes dry an hundred tongues.
Our tongues have fallen madly in love and gotten married and moved to Paris.
The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony.
For centuries poets, some poets, have tried to give a voice to the animals, and readers, some readers, have felt empathy and sorrow. If animals did have voices, and they could speak with the tongues of angels-at the very least with the tongues of angels-they would be unable to save themselves from us. What good would language do? Their mysterious otherness has not saved them, nor have their beautiful songs and coats and skins and shells and eyes.
Those women like to see their tongues dance.
I am living and having supernatural experiences. A lot of people get really freaked out about that. I speak in tongues; I've been baptized in the Holy Spirit.
True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak; They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.
I don't know where I learned elephants like their tongues slapped. Whatever turns you on.
Being assertive in the home does not produce any smiling faces, but it does bring out a few tongues.
Not all tongues that wag cohabit with a brain.
There are many whose tongues might govern multitudes, if they could govern their tongues.
Our tongues, fluent in lover's kiss.
We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.
Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.
I know that age to age succeeds, Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds.
How beautiful the water is! To me 'tis wondrous fair-- No spot can ever lonely be If water sparkle there; It hath a thousand tongues of mirth, Of grandeur, or delight, And every heart is gladder made When water greets the sight.
RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use
O mysterious Night! thou art not silent; many tongues halt thou.
That we would do We should do when we would, for this 'would' changes, And hath abatements and delays as many As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents, And then this 'should' is like a spendthrift sigh, That hurts by easing.