Quotes About Gossip

sisters, meanwhile, taught him that you should really not tell your sisters who you have a crush on, unless you want the entire palace to know about it.

His sisters, meanwhile, taught him that you should really not tell your sisters who you have a crush on, unless you want the entire palace to know about it.

Talking about a colleague who is not present is not gossip. Gossip requires the intent to hurt someone, and it is almost always accompanied by an unwillingness to confront a person directly with the information being discussed.

Few had much room to cast stones, but hypocrisy has never failed the English middle class in any latitude, and they flung them in plenty with delighted, shocked abandon – rocks, boulders, limited in size only by fear for their husband's advancement. Conciliating discretion had never been among Mrs Villiers's qualities, and if subjects for malignant gossip had been wanting she would have provided them by the elephant-load.

Well sir ... some of the officers are sweet on Mrs Oakes.' 'I dare say they are - a very amiable young woman.' 'No, sir. I mean serious - bloody serious - cut-your-throat serious - fucking serious ... 'Oh.' Jack Aubrey was taken aback entirely. 'But you surely do not mean that last word literally? 'No, sir. It is just my coarse way of speaking: I beg pardon.

Her attitude to the girls became that of an aunt who knew her nieces had heard her discussed unfavorably but could not help showing her interest in them and some of her affection.Indeed she seemedm to acquire something of the thick skin such a woman had to cultivate if her feelings were not to be constantly hurt by inattention to her questions, opinions, and fund of boring anecdotes.

Everyone has come to celebrate her return. They will go home and talk about it forever, unto the next generation. But they will not come here and ask about her welfare.

We all know that crap is king, give us dirty laundry.

Brainless writers gossip nonsense to others heads as dense as they is.

Hedda's Hopper attitude was 'once a Commie, always a Commie.'

I'd violated the primary rule of junior and senior high-- don't get people talking about you too much. This was wearing the brightest shirt on the playground. This was Mom giving you a kiss in the lobby.

Dorothy asked timidly: Did his wife say anything? She sent her love to you. Nora said: Stop being nasty.

His wife was a tall, stringy woman, perhaps five years older than her husband—say, forty—with a mouth and chin that seemed shaped for gossiping.

I mean, all this stuff you're involved in, it's all gossip. It's people talking about each other behind their backs. That's the vast majority of this social media, all these reviews, all these comments. Your tools have elevated gossip, hearsay and conjecture to the level of valid, mainstream communication. And besides that, it's fucking dorky.

Your tools have elevated gossip, hearsay and conjecture to the level of valid, mainstream communication.

Heard you killed 'em later on. In the woods.

Bad news always travels faster than good.

but rather much more likely to do with the fact that his widow-to-be was engaging in sexual enmeshments with just about everything with a T-chromosome, and had been for what sounded like many years, including possibly with the Auteur's son and Madame's craven love, as a child, seeing as it sounded like the little rotter had enough malcathected issues with his mother to keep all of Vienna humming briskly for quite some time.

They talked about each others' houses, and characters, and families--just as the Joneses do about the Smiths.

Done to death by slanderous tongue

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

Here comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.

Much ado about nothing.