Gossip is always a personal confession either of malice or imbecility.
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.
No gossip ever dies away entirely, if many people voice it: it, too, is a kind of divinity.
In our appetite for gossip, we tend to gobble down everything before us, only to find, too late, that it is our ideals we have consumed, and we have not been enlarged by the feasts but only diminished.
gossip is just the small change of conversation.
If it were not for a goodly supply of rumors, half true and half false, what would the gossips do?
Oh yeah, gossip. I heard you on the secret wireless. You know the devil's radio child.
Gossip is vice enjoyed vicariously
The world of rumors and gossip is a world of wish fulfillment. And one of the things that gives volume and amplitude to a rumor is that it satisfies people's dreams and expectations about the world...
It's only gossip if you repeat it. Until then, it's gathering information.
Next to the commodities of corruption, and religion, however, Nigeria is the world capital of rumour mongering.
Rumor and gossip, like sound itself, appear to travel by wave-effect, sheer preposterosity being no barrier.
Gossip is the social mosquito.
No story that juicy was going to stay secret for long.
Secrets travel fast in Paris.
Oh, don't be a spoilsport. Gossip is sexy. Gossip is good. Not everybody does it, but everybody should!
