Quotes About Gossip

When I was asked to write an article about what it was like to work with my husband on a TV show, I assumed it was because people thought it would be titillating. He's a creator/writer/producer, I'm an actress; there must be lots of gossip, in-fighting, maybe some crazy-sexy time on the set, right? Actually, it's pretty tame.

Link-ups go hand-in-hand with TV shows. You do a show and you get linked with your co-star.

I've worked on 30-something different TV shows, and most of the people can't stand each other.

Fiction basically is a form of gossip where you want to enter other people's lives, the lives of people you don't know, and you want to know what's going to happen to them.

This is a rumour-filled society and if people want to sit around and talk about whom I've dated, then I'd say they have a lot of spare time and should consider other topics... or masturbation.

People want to act like they know celebrities. They want to see pictures. They want to know where you're going. They want to hear you talk about your family.

People don't want truth, they just want trash.

Everyone wants to know about the gold ring. Everyone knows already - it's ridiculous.

It's flattering that people want to know so much about me and want to take the time to make up that many things about me.

I don't like the celebrity gossip culture, and I certainly don't want to contribute to it. I don't care about the Kardashians, or any of them.

Well, it hurts my feelings because the person that I read about sometimes in these gossip magazines is not the person who I am. So I don't want, you know, my fans to think that's how I am.

Whereas the town knows all about you already and wants to know more and wants to beat you with what it knows till how can you have any of yourself left at all?

Human beings want to know too much abut each other, and that's why there are so many lies.

No one wants to stay in the tabloids. But it's actually not a terrible place to start.

Sometimes there are times you actually don't want to be in the information loop on some rumors; because once you're in the loop, then if something leaks, you're one of the people in the loop.

Life would be a perpetual flea hunt if a man were obliged to run down all the innuendoes, inveracities, and insinuations and misrepresentations which are uttered against him.

He doth nothing but talk of his horses.

I have an unhealthy curiosity about other people's business.

Now, this is where I draw the line! It's bad enough everybody in town's going to be thinkin' I'm sleeping with a depressed, lice-ridden, hemorrhoidal foreigner who likes to be tied up and might be pregnant, although-since she's just about cornered the market on condoms-I don't know how that could have happened. But I will not-you listen to me, Emma!-I absolutely will not have anybody thinkin' a woman of mine needs a vaginal moisturizer, do you hear me?

We have a choice about how we are going to live our day-to-day lives. We can walk in the Spirit or in the flesh. We can choose to forgive . . . or we can hold grudges. We can gossip about people . . . or we can choose to speak only good words about others. We can snap at a store clerk . . . or we can give grace and mercy. We can trust in God with our lives and walk in faith . . . or we can depend on ourselves and the world systems.

Katie leaned forward conspiratorially. "Oh, sweetie, I just said that because Alice is an old bag. You go after Devon. The man is fine. I don't blame you for changing your look for a shot at that. When the pool about you two gets going at Petie's Pub, I'm putting my money on you.

He tugged at his hair more, and then added, "He knew Burt Reynolds and what's-her-name that he married. Debra, what's that name?" "Loni Anderson, Daddy," Debra said. She turned to me. "Harry knew them really well. He knew everything about them. He told me that Burt Reynolds and Loni Anderson would get divorced way before anyone else knew.

The worst thing about talk ... is that there's no way to lay it to rest. Every fresh breeze brings a new speculation.

What was Yolande doing with Mayor Horwoode?" he asked, puzzled by the curious chain of informants who had provided Matilde with the piece of gossip in the first place. Edith and her husband exchanged an amused glance. "Well, she is a prostitute, Matt," said Stanmore dryly. "So, I expect they were talking about needlework.