...But the human tongue is a beast that few can master. It strains constantly to break out of its cage, and if it is not tamed, it will tun wild and cause you grief.
In attitude, faith is "restful", but in action, it is "powerful". Praying in tongues has both a restful and powerful effect upon our lives because it is an active expression of our faith.
It was my turn to be silent while a small family of moments crossed my path, single file, from the left, sticking their tongues out at me.
No weapon formed against you shall prosper, and every tongue which rises against you in judgment, you shall condemn.
We, Brandy and Alfa and me, we've been speaking English as a second language so long that we've forgotten it as our first. I have no native tongue.
Is lawlessness to be permitted, simply because it is effected with a certain style? Jane, Jane! Where are your finer sensibilities? All o'erthrown, by a man with a golden tongue and a mocking glance?
Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself,' said Denethor. 'Have I not tasted it now many nights upon my tongue, foreboding that worse lay in the dregs?
Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still.
Stretch out your tongue and let the words drip on the world like savage shooting muses, never, never to be forgotten, if once fallen on earth, they stand in glittery defloration.
I saw pearls in her mouth and the velvet cushion of her tongue and I heard the magic words come out of her.
He who has truth at his heart need never fear the want of persuasion on his tongue.
Was Briony the only person who could hear the venom dripping from the woman’s tongue? What good was beauty — a mature beauty, but beauty nonetheless — if it cloaked such a viperous soul?
In March 1853 she was afflicted with a pain in the chest; her tongue seemed to be covered with a film; leeches failed to make her breathing any easier.
He had to accept the fate of every newcomer to a small town where there are plenty of tongues that gossip and few minds that think.
[He] had to submit to the fate of every newcomer in a small town, where many tongues talk but few heads think.
Who’d win in a fight, a tongue twister, or a tornado? How about who’d make a better lover in a diaper, me or Cupid?
Poetry [is] more necessary than ever as a fire to light our tongues.
I opened my mouth to tell her that everything would be okay, but the words melted like sugar on my tongue-sweet yet insubstantial.
Desire filters toxins through my system at the sight and I lower again, shoving her against the padded wall to snake my tongue over the elixir of pain.
I wish someone would look at me the same way I look at chocolate cake
Instead of reciting her an original love poem using words, I think I’ll use my tongue to more creatively explore the deepest parts of her.
