Gossip Quotes - Page 4

It's a strange thing, to be talked about instead of talked to.

Rumour is a pipeBlown by surmises, jealousies, conjecturesAnd of so easy and so plain a stopThat the blunt monster with uncounted heads,The still-discordant wavering multitude,Can play upon it.

He that repeateth a matter separateth very friends.

Never speak about private affairs for the general public to hear.

A writer is like a gossiper who reveal secrets in a professional way.

If you haven't got anything nice to say about anybody come sit next to me.

Oh! I know what I wanted to tell you – you’ll never guess who Thomas is chasing after now…”Hmmm, never guess or can’t be bothered to guess – it was a hard call. I yawned again, glancing at the bed, which was inviting me to clamber back inside and pull the sheet over my head. So tempting, but not practical.

Marvel hates her because she's pretty and doesn't have any kids to worry about.

Don't be fooled... If they gossip to you, they'll gossip about you.

Mary Webster was on the blower. Her advance agents saw Hank and me swimming in the middle of the river last night with no clothes on.H'rm, said Atticus. He touched his glasses. I hope you weren't doing the backstroke.

Don't you be worried or annoyed, Sancho, about any comments you hear, or there will never be an end to them. Keep a safe conscience and let people say what they like: trying to still gossips' tongues is like putting up doors in open fields. If the governor leaves office rich they say he's a thief, and if he leaves it poor they say he's a milksop and a fool.

Let's gossip.... let's tell everyting about us....

Three kinds of people get talked about: The fascinating, the freaks and the nefarious.

There is no friendship that cares about an overheard secret.

I don't talk ill about people I don't know," said Bartleby. "I only disparage them in silence and hope they die.

People usually will remember people most, for the stupid things they did, than the impressionable ones. This somehow strangely, makes them feel better.

Scuttlebutt is one of the most overlooked acts that can decrease one's sagacity

Oh, you mean fairy gossip, Eric,” she giggled. “I get the picture,” she said fluttering her lacy wings. “Don’t look so sad, Eric. There isn’t a day that passes when your nosy beak doesn’t find its way into someone’s business. I’m sure you’ll find the best-ever story before

Tale-bearers are as bad as the tale-makers.

Any conversation including the mention of Roald Dahl, Ray Bradbury, or Emily Dickinson is one worth getting into or at least eavesdropping.

First law of gossip - there's no point knowing something if somebody else doesn't know you know it.

Sometimes I think the human animal doesn't really need food or water to survive, only gossip.

Ideas are interesting, but people are vastly more so.

the more you stared up crap the more it's going to smell (/)

Isn't it kind of silly to think that tearing someone else down builds you up?

there are few things harder to imagine than other people’s conversations about yourself.

Welcome to the 21st century cosmopolitan world where biased thoughts preside over unbiased deeds, simple gestures become overrated gossip materials and injustice is a part of long term justice.

Stupidity is to have amnesia over your own faults when the person you hate makes theirs.

It's none of your concern what others say or think about you. Your happiness is your own responsibility.

If you don’t believe others can end your suffering, why believe they can end your happiness?

Gossip needs no carriage.

Treat your friends as you do your pictures, and place them in their best light.

One of the bigger mistakes of our time, I suppose, was preaching the demonization of all judgment without teaching how to judge righteously. We now live in an age where, apart from the inability to bear even good judgment when it so passes by, still everyone, inevitably, has a viral opinion (judgment) about everything and everyone, but little skill in good judgment as its verification or harness.

A knife wound heals, but a tongue wound festers.

Without self-discipline, your streams of grace become a flood of disgrace. Never let indiscipline weigh you down for critics to pick mockeries on.

Remember, every time you open your mouth to talk, your mind walks out and parades up and down the words.

One who gossips usually carries boredom in one hand and bitterness in the other.

For you, it's gossip. For me, it's action.

We are all guilty of sin, error, and moments of sheer stupidity; none of us should be casting stones. The occasional arced pebble might be overlooked.

Remember, Reilly, gossip is just people's insecurity and fear of what they don't really understand," Eilam said. "It is unconsciously propagated to feed their egos.""Doesn't it ever bother you?", Reilly asked as he pulled the top off his yogurt."I've lived too long to put any stock in the external judgements of others,or to take anything personally.

Has Westhaven taken to gossiping?""He has not, but like most men, you assume the only communications of significance pass between the males of the species.

If there is anything more annoying in the world than having people talk about you, it is certainly having no one talk about you.

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

Gossip till the cows come home.

... go down to the country, take a house, get interested in local politics, in local scandal, in village gossip. Take an inquisitive and violent interest in your neighbours.

In a society where dirt sells, for every good story told as it is, you will hear the whole of that day's 10 bad stories sensationalized; although in reality, it could be that 100 good deeds happened that day which went unsung.

All problems, though appearing outside of you, must be resolved within YOU.

It drains the bars and cafes after hours, concentrates the wicked and the guilty along its chipped Formica counter, and thrums with the gossip of criminals, policemen, shtarkers,and schlemiels, whores and night owls ... three or four floaters, solitaries, and drunks between benders lean against the sparkly resin counter, sucking the tea from their shtekelehs and working the calulations of their next big mistake.

Ruby's was where I'd long picked up delicious bits and pieces of small-town troubles, and of course, Ramona Jean was my very best source.

Someone's therapist knows all about you.

Fill your mind before you empty your mouth.

Men's tongues in some things outrun women's.

Mr. Pilates was a bully and a narcissist and a dirty old man; he and Christopher got along very well. When Christopher was doing his workout, Pilates would bring one of his assistants over to watch, rather as the house surgeon brings an intern to study a patient with a rare deformity. ‘Look at him!’ Pilates would exclaim to the assistant, ‘That could have been a beautiful body, and look what he’s done to it! Like a birdcage that somebody trod on!’ Pilates had grown tubby with age, but he would never admit it; he still thought himself a magnificent figure of a man. ‘That’s not fat,’ he declared, punching himself in the stomach, ‘that’s good healthy meat!’ He frankly lusted after some of his girl students. He used to make them lie back on an inclined board and climb on top of them, on the pretext that he was showing them an exercise. What he really was doing was rubbing off against them through his clothes; as was obvious from the violent jerking of his buttocks.

The peloton was Facebook on wheels-and during this period, information was flying.

If one is content to freely speak trash about another, it is probably more correct to judge them as the one of ill repute and refuse the load of garbage they offer you.

Since even the most fastidious among us can rarely escape hearing salacious local gossip, it is as well to enjoy what cannot be avoided.

If you can't say something good about someone sit right here by me.

Gossip is when you hear something you like about someone you don't.

There, you see," said the carpenter. "And now may I give the little lady a piece of advice? She has learned to use her eyes well. She can tell the babies apart better than anyone else. But she must still learn to tell the truth from gossip. Words are like the nails I use to build my houses. You can either hammer them straight or crooked. It all depends on the sort of house you are trying to build.

The fact that none of these civic worriers had ever heard of such a case was unimportant, because they all had heard of somebody who had heard of it!