gossip

Your tears are never invisible---there is always an insecure woman that lights up when you point them out.

Though people sort of need your permission to talk to you, they do not really need one to talk about you.

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

I mulled over the implications and decided not to waste my time worrying about what everyone else thought, or to bother attempting to change their perceptions. My time at the Keep was just a stopover. Let them wonder.

How would your life be different if_You walked away from gossip and verbal defamation? Let today be the day_You speak only the good you know of other people and encourage others to do the same.

society is unconcerned with the aftermath of sensation.

Latchkey! I mean . . . I want to talk to you . . .' He fell silent, glancing behind him and shifting from foot to foot, his waterproof trousers rattling like the bulls' bladders that boys use to learn swimming. Sterlingov angrily spat out his cigarette. 'Well? What about?' 'A . . . about a secret matter ,' Alyoshka whispered. Dozens of ears floated around them in the dust waves; the whisper was heard, and it ran on like a spark along a gunpowder wick. Alyoshka's secret message, the mysterious special clothing, the deacon's catastrophe-all this was too much. The atmosphere was charged with thousands of volts, and something was needed to discharge the electricity, to clear the air. ("X")

The curiosity of lazy men is gossip

Insecure people only eclipse your sun because they__e jealous of your daylight and tired of their dark, starless nights.

Whoever gossips to you will gossip about you.

In this life, no matter what you do-you will never be able to satisfy everyone. So stay true to yourself and do you. Trying to please others, you will only end up angry and dissatisfied with life.

Some people talk about other people__ failures with so much pleasure that you would swear they are talking about their own successes.

An idle tongue is the mother of all conflicts.

People like to think the worst. They like to have hushed gossip sessions and point their fingers at someone's problems that are more obvious than their own.

If there's one thing I don't look for in a maid, it's discretion. Except with my own secrets, of course.

If I maintain my silence about my secret it is my prisoner...if I let it slip from my tongue, I am ITS prisoner.

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

I guess when you'd lived as long, and pondered as much, as Old Tom had...a game of hopscotch could be more profound than village politics or gossip.