Quotes About Gossip

I think the hardest part about being a teenager is dealing with other teenagers - the criticism and the ridicule, the gossip and rumors.

Don't speak evil of someone if you don't know for certain, and if you do know ask yourself, why am I telling it?

I like the way the stories of my relationships sound to music more than the way they look in print, in gossip columns or in me talking about them in interviews. I think it's a better way of telling the stories.

It was described as Sex and the Suburbs. It's so not that. Because on Sex and the City, those women told each other everything; on our show, it's much more like the real suburbs - nobody tells anybody anything. Everything's a secret.

Edie was a friend of mine and Mariam's,' said Preston Pierce in a low growl. 'Her murder isn't exciting fucking goss to us. Why don't you stop pretending you wanna learn drawing and go sniff around in the cemetery? Might still be a bit of Edie's blood on the grass. You could frame it. Sell it on eBay.

Ouiser, you sound almost chipper. What happened today - you run over a small child or something?" ~Clairee (Steel Magnolias)

Grant prefers to say nice things about people. But he argues that negative—and well-founded—gossip is often justified: "I feel that I have a social responsibility to speak candidly. If I don't warn people about the most manipulative and Machiavellian marauders in their midst, I'm leaving them vulnerable to attack.

Men and women walked casually about as they did on the main floor, every now and then stopping one another, exchanging pleasantries or scraps of relevantly irrelevant information. Gossip.

There is really no such thing as a secret; everybody likes to tell, and everybody does tell.

How they chirped over their cups.

I've been getting some crap from the rest of the ER staff," Thomas said. "They think I'm interested in the case because the patient is a piece of ass.

The most serious drawback to the telling-nothing approach is that it made that much more of a mystery of what had happened, and the nature of gossip abhors a vacuum of the unexplained.

colaborar para forjar una cultura en la que los estímulos y no la crítica, el liderazgo y no el victimismo, las ideas y no los chismes, y el amor y no el odio, ganen la partida.

Despite our major hatreds and petty animosities, we Amberites are a family-conscious bunch, always eager for news of one another, desirous to know everyone's position in the changing picture. A pause for gossip has doubtless stayed a few death blows among us. I sometimes think of us as a gang of mean little old ladies in a combination rest home and obstacle course.

Technique 52: Carrier pigeon kudos People immediately grow a beak and metamorphosize themselves into carrier pigeons when there's bad news. (It's called gossip.) Instead, become a carrier of good news and kudos. Whenever you hear something complimentary about someone, fly to them with the compliment. Your fans may not posthumously stuff you and put you on display in a museum like Stumpy Joe. But everyone loves the Carrier Pigeon of kind thoughts.

The things most people want to know about are usually none of their business.

Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And he's a terrible kisser to boot." Evie's parents stared in stunned silence. "Or so I've heard.

The ladies pass the timee with gossip and hearsay. This is what they have in place of freedom- gime and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite or even correct but are mine nonetheless. If I am to be hanged for anything, I should like to feel that I go to the gallows on my own strength.

It occurs to me that cricket is not the true sport in London - gossip is.

I wouldn't expect you to get it, Daisy. You don't look at anything besides Photoplay—and even then somebody's gotta explain the pictures to you." Daisy's mouth hung open in outrage. "Well, I never!" "Yeah, that's what you tell all your fellas, but the rest of us aren't buying it. Go away, now, Daisy. Shoo, little fly!

This is what they have in place of freedom—time and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite or even correct but are mine nonetheless.

spread the rumor and, before anyone knows, it's a fact

How anybody in town could think me a murderer when I couldn't even throw a stray out into the rain, I cannot fathom.

If only gossip weren't so titillating. Sweeney tried to control an avid desire to know more, to dig for all the dirty details. The temptation was great. Dirt was like fat; it made life more delicious.