If you must speak ill of another, do not speak it, write it in the sand near the water's edge.
Rumor travels faster, but it don't stay put as long as truth.
Don't indulge in gossip. . . . People who throw mudballs always manage to end up getting a little on themselves.
Avoid inquisitive persons, for they are sure to be gossips, their ears are open to hear, but they will not keep what is entrusted to them.
what's the good of having news an' ye must coop it? It's like cold veal pie upon the chest for supper, the same being over old, under done, and dry o' gravy.
Gossip is certainly one of the things that language is useful for, because it's always handy to know who needs a favor, who can offer a favor, who's available, who's under the protection of a jealous spouse. And being the first to get a piece of gossip is like engaging in insider trading: You can capitalize on an opportunity before anyone else can.
When of a gossiping circle it was asked, "What are they doing?" The answer was, "Swapping lies.
There are no events but thoughts and the heart's hard turning, the heart's slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times.
Always will I dig for reasons to applaud; never will I scratch for excuses to gossip. When I am tempted to criticize I will bite on my tongue; when I am moved to praise I will shout from the roofs.
Knowing policy does help make the gossip more understandable.
Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip.
The only time people dislike gossip is when you gossip about them.
Gossip bespeaks either a vacant mind or one that entertains jealousy or envy.
It's better to be talked about than to be forgotten. (In other words, if you are the subject of gossip or speculation, enjoy it! Don't let someone else's negative energy control you!).
Be careful about gossiping because loose lips really do sink ships. Now that I'm in the broadcast business, and people talk about me, I know what it feels like to be the victim of gossip.
The monster of advertisement. . . is a sort of octopus with innumerable tentacles. It throws out to right and left, in front and behind, its clammy arms, and gathers in, through its thousand little suckers, all the gossip and slander and praise afloat.
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?
If you're trying to get a bit of attention, you can smash up your hotel room or spend all your time going to openings or doing the gossip column thing. I just decided to do gigs in French, German, Spanish, and in America.
Rumor. . . often is fathered and mothered by false reports.
I'm not in the gossips that much, but something I read recently was that me and Emma Watson are having a feud. And I've never even met her.
