Quotes About Reputation

Pewnego razu poszed?em do lokalu o z?ej reputacji, poniewa? chcia?em da? z?y przyk?ad m?odzie?y. Stoj? wi?c przy barze i daj?.

No one hath come into the world for a continuance save him who leaveth behind him a good name.*

I also heard that Lord Maxwell keeps a goat in his bedchamber, but you don't see me sending someone to milk it. One mustn't let idle gossip govern one's actions.

A past kiss with adorably bookish Miss Olivia Norley should be barely a memory for Marlowe Drake, the Duke of Thornstock. After all, there are countless debutantes for a reputed rakehell to charm beyond a young lady whose singular passion is chemistry—of the laboratory type. But Thorn has not forgotten—or forgiven—the shocking blackmail scheme sparked by that single kiss, or the damage caused to both their names

I feel when somebody has been playing cricket for a long time, he creates a separate identity for himself.

I would rather have a mule I can depend upon than a race horse that I can't depend upon.

Only the uninformed masses rave about how great you are; people who actually know what they're talking about say things like You're good or I liked your work.

If any man accuseth me to my face, I will answer him with my mouth; but my tail is good enough to return an answer to such who traduceth [slanders] me behind my back. —Sir Walter Ralegh

Wer Kritik als Beruf ausübt, weiß genau, was für ihn unentwegt auf dem Spiel steht – sein Renommee und damit die Basis seiner Existenz als Schriftsteller. Er kann es sich deshalb nicht leisten, leichtfertig zu urteilen.

Or is it your reputation that's bothering you? But look at how soon we're all forgotten. The abyss of endless time that swallows it all. The emptiness of those applauding hands. The people who praise us; how capricious they are, how arbitrary. And the tiny region it takes place. The whole earth a point in space - and most of it uninhabited.

Will any man despise me? Let him see to it. But I will see to it that I may not be found doing or saying anything that deserves to be despised.

praise does not make anything better or worse.

fame in a world like this is worthless.

Kingship: to earn a bad reputation by good deeds.

Or is it your reputation that's bothering you? But look at how soon we're all forgotten. The abyss of endless time that swallows it all. The emptiness of all those applauding hands. The people who praise us- how capricious they all are, how arbitrary. And the tiny region in which it all takes place. The whole earth a point in space- and most of it uninhabited. How many people there will be to admire you, and who they are.

People out for posthumous fame forget that the Generations To Come will be the same annoying people they know now.

The body and its parts are a river, the soul a dream and mist, life is warfare and a journey far from home, lasting reputation is oblivion.

Seek what is conformable to thy nature, and strive towards this, even if it brings no reputation.

Whatsoever he said, all men believed him that as he spake, so he thought, and whatsoever he did, that he did it with a good intent.

The person who loves reputation supposes that his own good depends on the activities of others; the lover of pleasure finds his own good in being affected by his emotions. But the person who has Intelligence understands the good to be in his own actions.

Or is it your reputation that's bothering you? But look at how soon we're all forgotten. The abyss of endless time that swallows it all. The emptiness of all those applauding hands. The people who praise us—how capricious they are, how arbitrary. And the tiny region in which it all takes place. The whole earth a point in space—and most of it uninhabited

We have said that an employee may join a company because of its prestige and reputation, but that his relationship with his immediate manager determines how long he stays and how productive he is while he is there.

Murderess is a strong word to have attached to you. It has a smell to it, that word - musky and oppressive, like dead flowers in a vase. Sometimes at night I whisper it over to myself: Murderess, Murderess . It rustles, like a taffeta skirt across the floor.

What is believed in society is not always the equivalent of what is true; but as regards to a woman's reputation, it amounts to the same thing.