sometimes gossip is by far the most reliable source of information about yourself and all your friends, especially in Manhattan. I always say why trust myself when gossip can tell moi the real truth about moi?
Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed. Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets, And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow, Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . How did it go? How did it go?
The literature has become too vast to comprehend. . . It is. . . difficult to grasp even for workers in closely neighboring fields. . . . There is much more reliance on word of mouth for the transmission of scientific data. . . gossip.
Poetry is a puppet-show, where riders of skyrockets and divers of sea fathoms gossip about the sixth sense and the fourth dimension.
In this world of gossip, a good listener is rarer than a great orator.
I am more interested in the purpose of government than its mechanics-though the means should at least be good enough to lead to the ends desired.
The Sage of Toronto. . . spent several decades marveling at the numerous freedoms created by a "global village" instantly and effortlessly accessible to all. Villages, unlike towns, have always been ruled by conformism, isolation, petty surveillance, boredom and repetitive malicious gossip about the same families. Which is a precise enough description of the global spectacle's present vulgarity.
I take it as a matter not to be disputed, that if all knew what each said of the other, there would not be four friends in the world. This seems proved by the quarrels and disputes caused by the disclosures which are occasionally made.
Out of some little thing, too free a tongue can make an outrageous wrangle.
There is no friendship that cares about an overheard secret.
As we are concerned with what others think of us, so we are anxious to know all about them; and from this arise the crude and subtle forms of snobbishness and the worship of authority. Thus we become more and more externalized and inwardly empty. The more externalized we are, the more sensations and distractions there must be, and this gives rise to a mind that is never quiet, that is not capable of deep search and discovery.
Whoever gossips to you will gossip about you.
Gossip is the worst form of judging.
Gossip is a sort of smoke that comes from the dirty tobacco-pipes of those who diffuse it: it proves nothing but the bad taste of the smoker.
What I learned in the military is that gossip starts early and it stays forever.
Little said is soonest mended.
I used to be an editor and I was editing young adult series. I didn't really like the books that I was reading, so I decided that I would write a book about something I'd want to read if I was 16. It turned into a Cinderella story. . . I developed a proposal and the characters of 'Gossip Girl' for my job.
Don't abuse your friends and expect them to consider it criticism.
Folks will say anything, and next time round they'll believe it.
It is the disease of cowards, who do not have the courage to speak upfront and so talk behind one's back. . . Watch out against the terrorism of gossip!