Quotes About Intrusive

I had a Tourette's period. And obsessive compulsive disorder. Things would get in my brain that I couldn't get out of my brain.

Fame can be annoying, but there are perks too.

As a documentary filmmaker, I'm very respectful, and my interview style is not intrusive. I don't really have an agenda. I just go in there, I mumble something or other, I wait for them to speak, and I wait for them to stop.

Experiences that we remember intrusively, despite desperately wanting to banish them from our minds, are closely linked to, and sometimes threaten, our perceptions of who we are and who we would like to be.

And a lot of fandangle it usually is," said Mrs. Burch. "Forms to fill in, and a lot of impertinent questions as shouldn't be asked of any decent body.

I don't really use Facebook, because I find it a bit intrusive on your personal life.

I don't like questions that delve into my personal life.

When it's a real person, you want to be as honest as you can and approach it in a similar way as you would any other character, but with that restriction and wanting to respect the boundaries of that person and not be intrusive in any way.

If you have ever seen a four-year-old trying to lord it over a two-year-old, then you know what the basic problem of human nature is - and why government keeps growing larger and ever more intrusive.

What starts out as an intrusive thought can turn into an overwhelming concept if we "feed" it with more negative thinking. From the book: Removing Your Shame Label.

I think that [there is] this fundamental right to privacy and the philosophy that government shouldn't be intrusive.

You is getting nosier than a parker.

You will need to verify your identity with a sacrifice.""Didn't you ever hear of retina scans? Maybe fingerprints? Something less invasive?

I've got Abba in my head," she told him. "Make them go away.

Stop that , I told my brain. Also, the wedding is tomorrow , said my brain. Get out of my head. My brain refused to get out of my head. Inconsiderate brain.

Gabriel discourages emotional attachments the way most of us discourage door-to-door salesmen. They're inconvenient, intrusive, and liable to end up saddling you with something you never wanted in the first place, at a cost far higher than you wish to pay.

I press my eyes shut and will the thoughts away. But they refuse to comply, and instead, they lodge themselves in the crevasses of my brain, poking out just enough that I know they're still with me, like a tiny splinter in your baby toe that gnaws away at you with every step you take.

Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.

You is getting nosier than a parker.

The ideal of toleration sounds like a formal condition allowing all flowers to bloom, but it turns out on examination to adumbrate a determinate form of life no less intrusive than the Sharia or "fundamentalist" Christianity.

It would be the dripping faucet at the back of her mind.

Now... what I feel these in my brain is just like... some kind of foreign body... like having a very thin little eyelash in your eye. You feel generally okay, but that eye with the last in it-you can't get it off your mind for a second.

Washington politicians think that government can make better decisions than you and me. But we know better. We know it's smaller, less intrusive government that will lead to real economic prosperity. We know it's business-friendly policies, not more red tape, that will create real growth.

The person who comes up to you and makes the most noise and is the most intrusive is invariably the person in the room who has no respect for you at all, and it's really all about them.