I am not…”, remember you have just created something. Be careful of whom you say you are not; you will never be such a person! You are not a loser!

If there’s one area of me that the devil’s got a hold of, it’s my tongue.

The tongue hardly quarrels with the teeth even though they both live together. Let us as humans learn to live together because there is enough space for everyone to survive in life

There are many things which can not be expressed by words. There are many words which can not be spelled by human tongue. There are many tongues which utter one single truth.

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...

red the colour of the rosered the colour of your lipsred the colour of your tongue….red the colour of your heart……red the colour of your passion…..

Your skull encloses your brains. But never forget that anytime you open your mouth to talk, you have opened your mind for the entire world to see what is hidden in there!

Her beauty was enough to get her into most any situation she desired and her tongue—sharp and venomous—was enough to get her out again.

Not all tongues that wag cohabit with a brain.

An aversion came over me that we feel for all the mutilated. Why is that so, do you think? Because they put us in mind of what we would rather forget: how easily, at the...

I was a really bad teenager and I got my tongue pierced. I don’t even remember where I did it, but it was under very surreptitious circumstances.

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.

It’s now what enters men’s mouths that’s evil. It’s what comes out of their mouths that is.