Dangerous Quote by Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton

“(...)'Of all the human body parts, the tongue is the most dangerous to one's soul and well being', to which quote, the priest would…

— Adriana Renescu

Fortunately, war in Latin America is usually waged only with words. The tongue is our most dangerous weapon. We talk too much!

— Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva

The haughty woman who can stand alone, and requires no leaning-place in our hearts, loses the spell of her sex.

— Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton

“He stared up at the moon, which looked like a giant hole in the sky, letting light through to the other side.”

— Sarah Addison Allen

Almost all scholarly research carries practical and political implications. Better that we should spell these out ourselves than leave that task to people with…

— Stephanie Coontz

Alcoholism, the opium habit and tobaccoism are a trio of poison habits which have been weighty handicaps to human progress during the last three…

— John Harvey Kellogg

I'm wondering if there's a spell to make lightning flash in the background whenever I make an ominous resolution.

— Eliezer Yudkowsky

Notes for a ballet, The Spell: ... Suddenly Sigmund hears the flutter of wings, and a group of wild swans flies across the moon…

— Woody Allen

How do you spell peace? P-R-A-Y-E-R! Anything you believe you need is available to you through prayer. We are not talking here about a…

— Iyanla Vanzant

Have you ever noticed that life consists mostly of interruptions, with occasional spells of rush work in between?

— Buwei Yang Chao

I write like a two-year-old, and I can't spell.

— Harry Redknapp

Even the greatest actors have had dry spells where they've wondered if they were going to work again.

— Benjamin Walker

I break an emcee off proper Yo don't check me, Ask your Moms and Pops, Yo they respect me, But here you stand, tryin'…

— KRS-One

“They were spells, spelled with words to make worlds, waiting for me, in the pages of books.”

— Neil Gaiman

I find very reasonable the Celtic belief that the souls of our dearly departed are trapped in some inferior being, in an animal, aplant,…

— Marcel Proust