Quotes About Privacy

instead, we just sat there, together but really apart, watching a show about a stranger and all her secrets, while keeping our own to ourselves, as always.

It seemed safer to hold it in, where the only one who could judge was me.

I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real.

I knew I had to keep him to myself, as I'd slowly begun to keep everything. We had secrets now, truths and half-truths, that kept her always at arm's length, behind a closed door, miles away.

I didn't want to talk about what happened, so it seemed safest not to talk at all.

I didn't trot my pain out to show around. I kept it better hidden than anyone. I did.

So I learned another system: When in doubt, keep it out – out of earshot, out of the house – even if this meant, really, just keeping it in.

Sometimes you dont even want to think aout what people are doing with their groceries.

One open, one closed. It was no wonder that the first image that came to mind when I thought of either of my sisters was a door. With Kirsten, it was the front one to our house, through which she was always coming in or out, usually in mid-sentence, a gaggle of friends trailing behind her. Whitney's was the one to her bedroom, which she preferred to keep shut between her and the rest of us, always.

That was the nice thing about the Spot: you could hear everything, but no one could see you.

The thing about Whitney, I said, is that she was always really private. So you never knew if anything was wrong with her.

No information is valuable enough to obtain by nipping away at personal liberty, and this is true no matter who's doing the gnawing."149

I tilted my head, looked into the distance. I don't even notice you falling in love with me, I practiced to the mirror. I am too preoccupied with what I am doing. Nobody wants to be noticed when they are falling in love. It is a private moment. Whoever was falling in love with me, I reasoned, deserved not to be disturbed.

Why?" Pi asked. "What are your secret thoughts?" "Nothing," Mackenzie blurted out. Don't think about it, don't think about it. Tess shook her head. She doesn't want the whole school knowing she cheated on Cooper. Aha. "Tess!" Mackenzie yelled. Tess clamped her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to think it!

Do you have feelings? There are correct and incorrect ways of indicating them. Do you have an inner life? It is nobody's business but your own. Do you have emotions? Strangle them.

If you think more privacy is always better, that is a case of loserthink. Every situation is different. Sometimes privacy is the problem that prevents the solution.

Ba?kalar?n?n da benim kadar az bildi?i konulardan söz etmeyi sevmem.

Ask whomever you will but you'll never find out where I'm lodging

Preferiva nascondersi, dedicarsi alla lettura e ad altri studi e, una volta per tutte, non desiderava avere nulla a che fare con la gente.

Do you know what Barney's desktop wallpaper at work is? No. And no one ever will, because he saves every file he makes to the desktop.

The liberties and freedoms which we hold dear and we recognize and cherish and respect guide the way we gather information in the United States.

All I wanted was to be left alone. They abhor a vacuum, other people. You find a quiet corner where you can hunker down in peace, and the next minute there they are, crowding around you in their party hats, tooting their paper whistles in your face and insisting you get up and join in the knees-up.

Writing can sometimes be exploitative. I like to take a few steps of remove in order to respect the privacy of the subject. If readers make the link, they have engaged with the poem.

Your thoughts and emotions are yours alone.