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Fame is an island, and right before the castaway, the getaway of being known without being known.

Father Brendan Flynn: "A woman was gossiping with her friend about a man whom they hardly knew - I know none of you have ever done this. That night, she had a dream: a great hand appeared over her and pointed down on her. She was immediately seized with an overwhelming sense of guilt. The next day she went to confession. She got the old parish priest, Father O' Rourke, and she told him the whole thing. 'Is gossiping a sin?' she asked the old man. 'Was that God All Mighty's hand pointing down at me? Should I ask for your absolution? Father, have I done something wrong?' 'Yes,' Father O' Rourke answered her. 'Yes, you ignorant, badly-brought-up female. You have blamed false witness on your neighbor. You played fast and loose with his reputation, and you should be heartily ashamed.' So, the woman said she was sorry, and asked for forgiveness. 'Not so fast,' says O' Rourke. 'I want you to go home, take a pillow upon your roof, cut it open with a knife, and return here to me.' So, the woman went home: took a pillow off her bed, a knife from the drawer, went up the fire escape to her roof, and stabbed the pillow. Then she went back to the old parish priest as instructed. 'Did you gut the pillow with a knife?' he says. 'Yes, Father.' 'And what were the results?' 'Feathers,' she said. 'Feathers?' he repeated. 'Feathers; everywhere, Father.' 'Now I want you to go back and gather up every last feather that flew out onto the wind,' 'Well,' she said, 'it can't be done. I don't know where they went. The wind took them all over.' 'And that,' said Father O' Rourke, 'is gossip!

Fidelity is a living, breathing entity. On wobbly footing, it can wander, becoming something different entirely.

Fill your mind before you empty your mouth.

First law of gossip - there's no point knowing something if somebody else doesn't know you know it.

Fofocas se propagam como a peste negra, não importa a época ou local. Sempre acompanhada de uma boa dose de veneno — e não muita preocupação com a verdade —, espalhar um boato mentiroso é tão fácil quanto respirar. Mas desfazer essa má impressão é difícil.

For you, it's gossip. For me, it's action.

Free your life from the fangs of gossips by not associating yourself with them. Anyone who helps you to gossip about someone can also help someone to gossip about you.

Gain fame, and the paparazzi or media waits and watches for them to slip, just to shame their name.

... go down to the country, take a house, get interested in local politics, in local scandal, in village gossip. Take an inquisitive and violent interest in your neighbours.

God wants us to humbly and sincerely ask him things. How often do you enjoy people talking about you without taking the time to get to know you?

Gossip is a policeman and a teacher. Without it, there would be chaos and ignorance.

Gossip is passing on information when you are neither part of the problem nor part of the solution.

Gossips are like ants” she caressed his head “the moment you spot one, there are already many anthills around but don’t look for them because if you do, you’ll find them and they in turn would bite you and cause you pain, and pain would cause you to lose focus.

Gossip and drama are different stages of the same intoxication… the first is the buzz; the latter is the hangover.

Gossip: a weed watered by wayward words.

Gossip never goes away, no matter where you are in life.

Gossip is an idle talk that makes you look worse than the person you are talking about, and people tend to have more confidence in the person you talked about when they get tired of your gossip. Speak with love and kindness or don't speak at all.

Great minds have purpose, they rise above obstacles, they use time for plans and projects, and spare no time for idle gossip.

Has Westhaven taken to gossiping?" "He has not, but like most men, you assume the only communications of significance pass between the males of the species.

Having been both the perpetrator and the victim of poisonous behavior, I’m always skeptical of a person trying really hard to negatively sway my opinion of someone.

He had to accept the fate of every newcomer to a small town where there are plenty of tongues that gossip and few minds that think.

Hence, when his name was casually mentioned by neighboring yeomen, the listener said, "Ah, Clym Yeobright: what is he doing now?' When the instinctive question about a person is, What is he doing? it is felt that he will not be found to be, like most of us, doing nothing in particular. There is an indefinite sense that he must be invading some region of singularity , good or bad. The devout home is that he is doing well. The secret faith is that he is making a mess of it...So the subject recurred: if he were making a fortune and a name, so much the better for him, if he were making a tragical figure in the world, so much the better for a narrative

He who feeds on gossip vomits lies.

How easy it is for so many of us today to be undoubtedly full of information yet fully deprived of accurate information.

I am determined not to spread news that I do not know to be certain and not to utter words that can cause division or discord.

Ideas are interesting, but people are vastly more so.

I don't talk ill about people I don't know," said Bartleby. "I only disparage them in silence and hope they die.

If a negative viewer looks at you with an ugly fiendish eye, find a way and pluck off his eyes, or better still, protect your good image.

I hate missing everything. That's why I want to marry well and be a grand lady. Then I can host all the parties, all the time, and see everything that is going on always. How can you stand not knowing?

I have heard the most fantastical gossip about myself and each time I thought, "If only my life were that exciting, fun, outrageous, and sexy". Then again my memory wasn't so sharp when I took drugs. Some of what was said about me might be true. At worst it gave me jerk-off material.

In a little town, there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think.

In an ideal world the gossip of the idle would be of no consequence. But I have seen the consequences in the real world and they can be very grave indeed.

Information is like water. It finds its way to all the wrong places.

In Morocco," said Osman, "word spreads like a fire tearing through the depths of Hell.

It does not come to me in quite so direct a line as that; it takes a bend or two, but nothing of consequence. The stream is as good as at first; the little rubbish it collects in the turnings is easily moved away.

I thought I would like a job where inquiring about everyone else's private business was considered perfectly routine.

Few people are spoken of in the way they would choose

For acting thus you will remain innocent among the hissings of the serpents, and like a sweet strawberry you will receive no venom from the contact of venomous tongues.

Gossip is petty, but in the world of politics it’s also essential.

Gossip is the biggest hindrance to building trust and productivity in organizations across America.

Gossip was usually a mindless distraction from a far too serious world.

Gossiping's part of witchcraft,' said Tiffany. 'They're checking to see if they've gone batty yet.

Gossip is a Sin just like all other sins that not only hurts those it is spoken about and slanders their reputation, but it also hurts the one who speaks it and the one who listens. Gossip is cruel & usually is a result of jealousy or bitterness. Either way, Stop the cycle of gossiping and start being loving instead.

Gossip's like jam; it don't bear fruit if you don't spread it.

Gurdjieff used to say ’Don’t consider!’... and he is right. What others say is their business and their problem, it has nothing to do with you. Just look into your own nature and whatsoever is joyous, go with it. That is your responsibility. You are not answerable to anybody

He had an image in his mind of a gaggle of long-necked geese, all done up in petticoats and crinolines, sitting around a stuffy parlor and talking about him.

[He] had to submit to the fate of every newcomer in a small town, where many tongues talk but few heads think.

Her classmates were gossiping their way into adolescence, literally and figuratively.

He spoke to old friends in other departments, and listened to the "porcelain gossip" in the senior-officer toilets.