A Quote by James, son of Zebedee

The tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison. — © James, son of Zebedee
The tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.
You kin tame a bear. You kin tame a wild-cat and you kin tame a panther. ... You kin tame arything, son, excusin' the human tongue.
Let not the tongue give utterance to the evil that is in thine heart, but command thy tongue to be silent until good shall prevail over evil.
Give heed to the cause of the holy Roman Church, mother of all churches and teacher of the faith, whom you by the order of God, have consecrated by your blood. Against the Roman Church, you warned, lying teachers are rising, introducing ruinous sects, and drawing upon themselves speedy doom. Their tongues are fire, a restless evil, full of deadly poison. They have bitter zeal, contention in their hearts, and boast and lie against the truth.
Let a man avoid evil deeds as a man who loves life avoids poison.
He gossips habitually; he lacks the common wisdom to keep still that deadly enemy of man, his own tongue.
The tongue may be an unruly member-- But silence poisons the soul.
In my opinion, the unjust man whose tongue is full of glozing rhetoric, merits the heaviest punishment; vaunting that he can with his tongue gloze over injustice, he dares to act wickedly, yet he is not over-wise.
An angry man is full of poison.
Do you know why the leaves change colour?... Before a tree sheds a leaf it pumps it full of all the poison it can't rid itself of otherwise. That red there--that's a man's skin blotching with burst veins after an assassin spikes his last meal with roto-weed. The poison spreading through him before he dies.
The tongue is the most remarkable. For we use it both to taste out sweet wine and bitter poison, thus also do we utter words both sweet and sout with the same tongue.
The most deadly poison of our time is indifference.
Retaliation is counter-poison and poison breeds more poison. The nectar of Love alone can destroy the poison of hate.
The honied tongue hath its poison.
At one point I was introduced to a devastatingly handsome young man -- beautiful, really -- with black unruly hair, large sensitive eyes fringed by long dark lashes, a full sensuous mouth -- and an irresistible personality. His name was Tony Curtis.
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Where the poison wind blows a deadly plague spreading negativity, viciously unto every city.
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