Quotes About Gossip

Everyone has an opinion of who you are and what your relationship is about, things that you've done or didn't do in your relationship - and it's just all crap, really. Things that are written about it are all crap.

We don't have many murders here in Cabot Cove.

People will hate you for no apparent reason.

Everyone in L.A. knew that Spade was a big-league, serial pussy hound. L.A. County was a veritable body dump of his exes.

Some say our national pastime is baseball. Not me. It's gossip

She talked all the time and at first it was about people and places.

Sylvia had a lively, sharply sculptured face, brown eyes that were as alive as a small animal's and as gay as a young girl's, and wavy brown hair that was brushed back from her fine forehead and cut thick below her ears and at the line of the collar of the brown velvet jacket she wore. She had pretty legs and she was kind, cheerful and interested, and loved to make jokes and gossip. No one that I ever knew was nicer to me.

Tongues wag and stories circulate with electrifying efficiency.

In Cintra, as she remembered, an attractive man was one whose head reached the ceiling, whose shoulders were as broad as a doorway, who swore like a dwarf, roared like a buffalo and stank at thirty paces of horses, sweat and beer, regardless of what time of day or night it was. Men who did not correspond to this description were not recognised by Queen Calanthe's chambermaids as worthy of sighs and gossip.

Rumour has it,' Angoulême snapped, 'that your mother only charged her customers four shillings, but no one would give her more than two.

I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumors to my dogs.

I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumours to my dogs.

Old wives' tales — that is, worthless stories, untruths, trivial gossip, a derisive label that allots the art of storytelling to women at the exact same time as it takes all value from it.

Any relation of the Allington Dales?" said Lord Pomfret. "That old Miss Lily Dale was his great-aunt or something of the sort," said Admiral Palliser; but Lord Pomfret had never heard of her. "She was engaged to some man, then broke it off," said the Admiral, "and I gather she lived on the romance till she was well over eighty. A real Victorian heroine.

Remember that I have been a legalist. We are the ones who throw stones. We are quick to judge without knowledge. We feed rumors and incline our heads to hear more. We label the messy people and gossip about the sinners and shake our heads in disgust. And when you have been a legalist in ministry, it's not pretty. And it's not ministry. And it couldn't possibly be what the Jesus had in mind when He said, "Go and teach them about me.

You wouldn't believe what comes on that Fox channel, Julia.

gossip was what brought her to life. Malicious gossip suited her best

They weren't sorry Catherine was dead at all. Certainly they hadn't particularly liked her when she was alive. Lisa had called her a stuck-up southern cow only last week, when Mr Scott had read out a chunk of her essay on Steinbeck. They were enjoying every minute of this. They weren't in the least sorry that Catherine would never take her place again in the front row for English. But she didn't say

That woman's a ghoul – the delight she takes in other people's misery.

People are gonna comment no matter what. If I dated the most clean-cut, perfect guy, they're gonna comment. That's just the way it is.

Rumours are rumours. The Internet is going to report whatever they have to speculate on.

It sounds like I literally stand outside of the offices of ITV shouting, 'Give me another spin-off.' But I do love them, I love getting the gossip, I'm a chatty head. With all of those shows, it feels like I'm watching TV and then having a WhatsApp group discussion with my mates. Analysing why people have done X-Y-Z.

Every day or two, I strolled to the village to hear some of the gossip which is incessantly going on there, circulating either from mouth to mouth, or from newspaper to newspaper, and which, taken in homeopathic doses, was really as refreshing in its way as the rustle of leaves and the peeping of frogs.

I'm kind of a gossip hound, but watching the media whip the small fires into giant forest fires so that they can cover the result is infuriating.