Quotes About Privacy

In everybody's life there are hidden chapters which they hope may never be known.

Some of us, in the words of the divine Greta Garbo, want to be alone.

No, I wouldn't. I wouldn't tell a soul.' 'People who use that phrase are always the last to live up to it.

Never part with information unnecessarily. That's my rule,

those who have listened do not find it easy to talk; they keep their sorrows and joys to themselves and tell no one.

A little difficult to know where you were with Elinor. She didn't reveal much of what she thought and felt about things. He liked that about her. He hated people who reeled off their thoughts and feelings to you, who took it for granted that you wanted to know all their mechanism. Reserve was always more interesting.

As one journeys through life," said Poirot, "one finds more and more that people are often interested in things that are none of their own business. Even more so than they are in things that could be considered as their own business.

There is nothing so dangerous for any one who has something to hide as conversation!

When people ask "Do you put real people in your books?" the answer is that, for me, it is quite impossible to write about anyone I know, or have ever spoken to, or indeed have even heard about! For some reason, it kills them for me stone dead.

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.

M. Poirot,' she said somewhat breathlessly, 'Can I speak to you alone?' 'Milady, Captain Hastings is as my other self. You can speak before him as though he were a thing of no account, not there at all. Be seated, I pray you.

Never tell all you know-not even to the person you know best.

Sabía que la secuela de las confidencias era la vergüenza

Will you tell me exactly what it is that has upset you?" "Tell you that in two words, I can." (Here, I may say, she vastly underestimated.) "People coming snooping round here when my back's turned. Poking round. And what business of hers is it, how often the study is dusted or turned out? If you and the missus don't complain, it's nobody else's business. If I give satisfaction to you that's all that matters, I say.

I mind my own business and I expect other people to mind theirs. I don't listen to gossip and tittle-tattle.

A man tells to his mistress what he does not always tell to his wife.

He didn't say anything at all about my having been listening—and how he knew I was listening I can't think. He'd never once looked in that direction. I was rather relieved he didn't say anything. I mean, I felt all right with myself about it, but it might have been a little awkward explaining to him.

Poirot, never in the least scrupulous about reading other people's correspondence, glanced through them.

Some people might have scrupulously removed themselves from earshot of a private conversation. But not Hercule Poirot. He had no scruples of that kind.

I'd rather tell you than have you snooping around finding out.

It has always felt like a failure that Bjorn and I couldn't keep our family together. You never get it back, but to this day I don't regret splitting up. The reason behind our separation is one of those things I definitely don't want to go into!

My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.

It was the kind of conversation you could only hold in whispers.

Baudelaire proclaimed the delight he felt when at last, in the evening, he was alone in the haven of his bedroom. There, he wrote, citing La Bruyère, he escaped 'the great woe of not being able to be alone', by contrast with those who lose themselves in the crowd, 'probably afraid they couldn't tolerate themselves'.