Quotes About Gossip

The rumors had started right away, and Elliot, hollow with shock, had felt their poison pouring into him.

Rumors are like pigeons. They fly everywhere and make a mess wherever they go.

Aunt Lucinda, Miss Bell and whatever neighbor has a breath or two left at the end of the day for sitting and running our mouths.

don't want to walk around with my imagination to depend on. I have a very evil imagination. It's one of my wicked womanly powers. Much worse than magic." "Is that right?" he asked with a laugh as he turned and crossed over to her. "Oh yes. Lots of exercise involved. I can jump to conclusions in a single bound. I'm more powerful than a murder motive. I'm faster than the town gossip. I am deadly and I must be stopped.

I had said to some pastor that I was having thoughts, and the church turned on me. They went to my mom and said, So sorry about your son.

A brand is the sum total of all the emotions, thoughts, images, history, possibilities, and gossip that exist in the marketplace about a certain company.

A brand isn't just the name on the box. It isn't the thing in the box, either. A brand is the sum total of all the emotions, thoughts, images, history, possibilities, and gossip that exist in the marketplace about a certain company.

Luther describes how backbiters are like hyenas or dogs who dig up stinking human corpses, pullulating with decay and full of worms, and bite into them—"Ugh, what a dreadful monster the backbiter is!

To her, Vichy was nothing but a nest of gossip, infighting, and intrigue, filled, as she put it, with the "aristocracy of defeat"—politicians, businessmen, civil servants, military officers, and others—all seeking jobs or other personal or political gain from the new government.

Money is a terrible blab; she will betray the secrets of her owner, whatever he do to gag her. His virtues will creep out in her whisper; his vices she will cry aloud at the top of her tongue.

What sinks of iniquity these little villages can be.

It's absolutely impossible to talk of any woman to another woman without betraying the absent one. They must have blood! Every word you speak is a betrayal. They're not satisfied otherwise.

It was a profession that fed on gossip.

That's the trouble with provincial life. Everyone knows everyone and there is no mystery. No romance.

He) paused for a second and once more marveled at the speed with which one person's private business could be so thoroughly kicked around the neighborhood.

Much to the concern of her parents, she began skipping church. They were devout Methodists who never missed a Sunday. Indeed, few people in their part of the world missed church and those who did were talked about.

Wait, how did she know I would be with you?" "It's a small town, Samantha.

Any lawyer whose reputation and gossip dwelled on her bad makeup and tight clothing as opposed to her legal skills was doomed to toil in the netherworld of the profession.

Gossip said he was a royal bastard.

Soon Mary herself was in the court of public opinion.

Don't forget this, too: Rumors aren't interested in the unsensational story; rumors don't care what's true.

it struck him as a brilliant accusation to make of anyone who was slightly (or hugely) different. It was the best rumor to start about anyone because it could never be proved or disproved.

the Old Girls quickly heard of Alice and her condition. (Jack, of course, was the condition.)

Starships were settlements in the sky. Some were villages; Ultimatum was a great metropolis. And yet even Star Destroyers functioned like small towns. A big sink full of gossip—and as with small towns, the contents all tended to flow toward one person, like water to a drain.