Quotes
Quotes about Reputation
My dear dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation. That away, Man are but gilded loam or painted clay.
Thy deathbed is no lesser than thy land, Wherein thou liest in reputation sick; And thou, too careless patient as thou art, Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure Of those physicians that first wounded thee.
Convey a libel in a frown. And wink a reputation down!
A good reputation is more valuable than money.
Better to die than to live on with a bad reputation.
Until you've lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.
Reputation is rarely proportioned to virtue.
When a door opens not to your knock, consider your reputation.
Glass, china, and reputation are easily cracked, and never mended well.
It pays to be obvious, especially if you have a reputation for subtlety.
It is generally much more shameful to lose a good reputation than never to have acquired it.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
I wrote the story myself. It's all about a girl who lost her reputation but never missed it.
It is easier for a woman to defend her virtue against men than her reputation against women.
Be more concerned with your character than your reputation. Your character is what you really are while your reputation is merely what others think you are.
A doctor's reputation is made by the number of eminent men who die under his care.
A reputation once broken may possibly be repaired, but the world will always keep their eyes on the spot where the crack was.
Kindly words do not enter so deeply into men as a reputation for kindness.
Associate with men of good quality if you esteem your own reputation; for it is better to be alone than in bad company.
The reputation of a man is like his shadow, gigantic when it precedes him, and pigmy in its proportions when it follows.
Many a man's reputation would not know his character if they met on the street.
The two most precious things this side of the grave are our reputation and our life. But it is to be lamented that the most contemptible whisper may deprive us of the one, and the weakest weapon of the other.
All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
One of the surprising privileges of intellectuals is that they are free to be scandalously asinine without harming their reputations.
If you like not hanging, drown yourself; Take some course for your reputation.
