Gossip Quotes

In every province, the chief occupations, in order of importance, are lovemaking, malicious gossip, and talking nonsense.

For your popular rumour, unlike the rolling stone of the proverb, is one which gathers a deal of moss in its wanderings up and down.

Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid.

it is not wise to keep the fire going under a slander unless you can get some large advantage out of keeping it alive. Few slanders can stand the wear of silence.

The objection of the scandalmonger is not that she tells of racy doings, but that she pretends to be indignant about them.

I usually get my stuff from people who promised somebody else that they would keep it a secret.

Fond of those hives where folly reigns,And cards and scandal are the chains,Where the pert virgin slights a name,And scorns to redden into shame.

If you must speak ill of another, do not speak it, write it in the sand near the water's edge.

Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.

Gossip is vice enjoyed vicariously

What the great ones do, the less will prattle of

Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip.

Foul whisp'rings are abroad.

I don't at all like knowing what people say of me behind my back. It makes me far too conceited.

I resolve to speak ill of no man whatever, not even in a matter of truth; but rather by some means excuse the faults I hear charged upon others, and upon proper occasions speak all the good I know of everybody.

Every day or two, I strolled to the village to hear some of the gossip which is incessantly going on there, circulating either from mouth to mouth, or from newspaper to newspaper, and which, taken in homeopathic doses, was really as refreshing in its way as the rustle of leaves and the peeping of frogs.

Those women like to see their tongues dance.

The only time people dislike gossip is when you gossip about them.

Oh how our neighbour lifts his nose,To tell what every schoolboy knows.

Secrets travel fast in Paris.

When our life ceases to be inward and private, conversation degenerates into mere gossip.

Female gossips are generally actuated by active ignorance.

Today's gossip is tomorrow's headline.

I have frequently detected myself in such kind of mistakes... in a total misapprehension of character at some point or other: fancying people so much more gay or grave, or ingenious or stupid than they really are, and I can hardly tell why, or in what the deception originated. Sometimes one is guided by what other people say of them, without giving oneself time to deliberate and judge.

On Rumor's tongue continual slanders ride.

To find out a girl's faults, praise her to her girlfriends.

He who sling mud, lose ground.

I just kind of live a life, and I let all the gossip live somewhere else. If you go too far down the rabbit hole of what people think about you, it can change everything about who you are.

I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty.

Those who feed on rumors are small, suspicious souls.

There are two things for which animals are to be envied: they know nothing of future evils, or of what people say about them.

There seems to be some pleasure for women in sick talk of one another.

Here comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.

He gossips habitually; he lacks the common wisdom to keep still that deadly enemy of man, his own tongue.

It is perfectly monstrous,' he said, at last, 'the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one's back that are absolutely and entirely true.

If there's a pregnancy rumor, people will find out it's not true when you wind up not being pregnant, like nine months from now, and if there's a house rumor, they'll find out it's not true when you are actively not ever spotted at that house.

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

Gossiping is the plague of little towns.

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.

Gossip is one thing, hurtful gossip is completely another, and even in high school we weren't THAT mean.

One likes to hear what is to be going on, to be au fair with the newest modes of being trifling and silly.

Some say our national pastime is baseball. Not me. It's gossip.

M. Myriel had to undergo the fate of every newcomer in a little town, where there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think.

When it comes to gossip, I have to readily admit men are as guilty as women.

In politics practically everything you hear is scandal, and besides, the funny thing is that the things they are whispering ain't half has bad as the things they have been saying right out loud.

Talkin', talkin, talkin', talk. Baby, let's just knock it off. They don't know what we been through. They don't know 'bout me and you.

People say that about me, that I apparently buy houses near every boy I like — that’s a thing that I apparently do. If I like you I will apparently buy up the real-estate market just to freak you out so you leave me.

No particular scandal one can touch but it confounds the breather.

I maintain that, if everyone knew what others said about him, there would not be four friends in the world.

Nothing is so much to be feared as Evil Report.

Freud was way off base in considering sex the fundamental motivation. The ruling passion in men is minding each other's business.

Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.

There will be but few people who, when at a loss for topics of conversation, will not reveal the more secret affairs of their friends.

A good neighbor sometimes cuts your morning up to mince-meat of the very smallest talk, then helps to sugar her bohea at night with your reputation.

The man who backbites an absent friend, nay, who does not stand up for him when another blames him, the man who angles for bursts of laughter and for the repute of a wit, who can invent what he never saw, who cannot keep a secret -- that man is black at heart: mark and avoid him.

If we all said to people's faces what we say behind one another's backs, society would be impossible.

A business tip, you never know who's having "pillow talk" with one another. Watch what u say, who u say it to, & WHO u talk about.

Watch out for the joy-stealers: gossip, criticism, complaining, faultfinding, and a negative, judgmental attitude.

Gossip is only the lack of a worthy memory.

Walls have tongues, and hedges ears.