You can’t know rumors. You can hear them, but you can’t know them.
When rumors spread, you can fight them or ignore them, but they never really go away.
To the discontented, rumors are feed.
Rumors and dreams built this whole world. Every inch of it.[to Elsa]
There are some things that you might have heard about me that quite possibly could be true.[to Emma]
All rumors are ugly. No one whispers about virtue.[to Massen]
A rumor is like a songbird. May sound filling from afar, but up close, it’s an empty feast.
