“The tongue, the Chinese say,
is like a sharp knife:
it kills
without drawing blood.”
Anne Sexton (1928–1974) poet from the United States
"The Dead Heart"
The Awful Rowing Toward God (1975)
Source: The Eye of the World
“The tongue, the Chinese say,
is like a sharp knife:
it kills
without drawing blood.”
Anne Sexton (1928–1974) poet from the United States
"The Dead Heart"
The Awful Rowing Toward God (1975)
“It wouldn’t be the first time his sharp tongue had cut his own throat.”
Brent Weeks book The Way of Shadows
Source: The Way of Shadows (2008), Chapter 9 (p. 64)
Washington Irving Rip Van Winkle
The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon (1819–1820)
Source: "Rip Van Winkle".
Gloria E. Anzaldúa Speaking in Tongues
"Speaking in Tongues: A Letter to Third World Women Writers" (1981)
Source: in This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color, p. 171
“Half the time you think your thinking you’re actually listening”
Terence McKenna (1946–2000) American ethnobotanist
“And don't you let your guard down for a second because you think anything's inevitable.”
Suzanne Collins book Gregor and the Code of Claw
Source: Gregor and the Code of Claw
“If on your guards your lingering hopes repose,
Your guards are men, and men you've made your foes”
Joel Barlow (1754–1812) American diplomat
The Conspiracy of Kings (1792)
Context: Once draw the sword; its burning point shall bring
To thy quick nerves a never-ending sting;
The blood they shed thy weight of wo shall swell,
And their grim ghosts for ever with thee dwell. Learn hence, ye tyrants, ere ye learn too late,
Of all your craft th' inevitable fate.
The hour is come, the world's unclosing eyes
Discern with rapture where its wisdom lies;
From western heav'ns th' inverted Orient springs,
The morn of man, the dreadful night of kings.
Dim, like the day-struck owl, ye grope in light,
No arm for combat, no resource in sight;
If on your guards your lingering hopes repose,
Your guards are men, and men you've made your foes;
If to your rocky ramparts ye repair,
De Launay's fate can tell your fortune there.
No turn, no shift, no courtly arts avail,
Each mask is broken, all illusions fail;
Driv'n to your last retreat of shame and fear,
One counsel waits you, one relief is near :
By worth internal, rise to self-wrought fame,
Your equal rank, your human kindred claim;
'Tis Reason's choice, 'tis Wisdom's final plan,
To drop the monarch and assume the man.
Maimónides (1138–1204) rabbi, physician, philosopher
Source: Hilkhot De'ot (Laws Concerning Character Traits), Chapter 7, Section 6, pp. 51-52