Quotes About Privacy

I believe love - and its feminine, though not necessarily female, counterpart, romance, is a private thing. It's something I'm not willing to share with the public.

The frankest and freest and privatest product of the human mind and heart is a love letter.

If you're lucky enough to have a pretty girl love you and share herself and sleep with you, make that your secret. The best way to spoil love is by talking to too many people about it.

I saw him making love to you, you forgot to close the garage door.

I used to do drugs, but don't tell anyone or it will ruin my image.

Tell not thy previous loves to a woman, lest she also telleth thee hers.

The Nine lived and worked on top of one another. Between changing backstage, the house, and the romances, they had seen each other in every stage of undress. There was nothing strange about having visitors when you were in the bath.

I'm not a privacy nut, and I don't care that much if these organizations want to know where I go and what I buy. But what bothers me is how HARD they're all working for that data, how much money they're spending, and how they never admit that's what they want. It means that information must be really valuable for some reason, and I just wonder to who and why.

Within perfect walls there is nothing worth protecting. There is, in fact, nothing. And so we exchange privacy for intimacy.

He didn't want to say the word alive. And not just because it seemed so silly, putting that on an official record, but also because, alone in his cabin, it suddenly felt like the ship was listening. He didn't want it to hear him.

You must not tell anyone, what I am about to tell you.

Self-reliance? Yes, but that first spring I had to learn dependency too. By crying for help and seeing help come from several directions, I began to learn what the village is all about: on the one hand, respect for privacy, and on the other, awareness of each other's needs. So, however solitary some of us may look to an outsider, we are in truth part of an invisible web and supported by its presence.

A Conceit Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry. Let others have the privacy of touching words and love of loss of love. For me Give me your hand.

Girlfriends' code. What's discussed with girlfriends stays with girlfriends.

Now that we're finally alone, you're going to listen to what I have to say.

I'll take that as my cue to mind my own business

God, what if TMZ got hold of the truth about me? What a liar I am, I mean? What kind of role model am I? I make Vanessa Hudgens look like Mother Freaking Teresa. Minus the whole nudity thing. Because I'm not about to take naked photos of myself and send them to my boyfriend.

I won't tell you how I managed to break in, since I don't want the authorities figuring out, but let's just say that if you're going to make a gate, make sure it reaches all the way to the ground.

Z transatlantických hovorov ma ide rozhodiÃ…Â¥, lebo v pozadí po?ujem Å¡um oceánu a som celá nervózna, že nás po?úvajú ryby alebo ?o.

I would think you'd have better things to do right now than look up the marital status of my ex-boyfriends on the Internet," Mom had said to him, scathingly. "I like to keep track of their mating habits," Dad had smirked.

Get Mom to stop hanging bras on bedroom doorknob

Did Gran go to a gynecologist? That is totally weird. I never thought about my grandmother's vagina before. I don't want to be thinking about my grandmother's vagina. Not here, at her funeral. In a church. While i'm doing a reading from the Bible.

The thing about secrets, though, is that they get out. And trust me, if you've got a secret, eventually, it's going to get out.

Because some things are meant to be private.