Quotes About Privacy

I truly hate being a guest in someone's home...Worst of all, you have to 'make nice' at all hours. I don't want someone across the table from me while I'm eating my breakfast. I don't want to share the newspaper and I don't want to talk to anyone at the end of the day. If I were interested in that shit, I'd be married again by now and put a permanent end to all the peace and quiet.

I hid the fold of paper in my bra, where I knew it would remain undisturbed.

But secluding my experience during that early period was both cowardly and wise. Some things are too fragile, too vulnerable to bring into the public eye. Tender things with tiny roots tend to wither in the glare of public scrutiny. By holding my awakening within, I contained the energy of it, and it fed me the way blood feeds muscle. It fed me a certain propelling energy, and I kept moving forward.

We women harbor our intimacies in locked places in our bodies. They are ours to relinquish when we choose.

Even in good times we didn't socialize with most of our neighbors. Mom says when she was growing up she did, but so many of the old families have moved out and new people moved in and neighborliness has changed. Now being a good neighbor means minding your own business.

Bad times made for big secrets.

It's not a good idea to let on about extreme happy feelings. People get ideas.

People never like to talk about their slower relatives. I got a cousin, twice removed, got webs between his toes, ain't said one word his whole life. You never hear about him in the family newsletter that goes around every Christmas. Hell, nobody mentions me, either, if it comes to that. Families is funny about who they advertise.

Remember, she has a right-and you have an obligation-to protect her from a sense of premature intrusion into her private feelings, particularly since you have not assessed what effect such revelations will have on her functioning.

CONFIDENTIALITY 1. Find out if, and under what circumstances, you are required by law not to maintain confidentiality.

Never agree to a job interview in which the interviewer has seen you naked.

Phoebe, we talked about this," he reminded her. "You deserve better than a quickie out in the open." "We're in a tent," she said before she could stop herself. "And it doesn't have to be quick.

Sounds like we have company," he said. "We're close to Stryker land. Guess they decided to say hi. You go on ahead. I need a few minutes." When he pointed at the front of his jeans, she blushed. "Oh. I see your problem. Well, you could walk right behind me and no one would notice." He chuckled. "I'll wait it out. Go on.

He loved his entire family, including his mother, but growing up with them had taught him that not every intimate detail needed to be shared. He hadn't wanted to know that his parents had enjoyed a new sexual technique the night before or that his sisters had their periods. He hadn't wanted to talk about his own sexual development or, back when he'd been a teenager, have his mother ask him, over breakfast, if he'd masturbated yet that day.

NATALIE DROVE TO work because floating there would cause people to ask too many questions.

As he spoke, Miss Frumkin looked at her chart, which was directly in front of Dr. Sun, facing him. Reading upside down is one of Miss Frumkin's talents. It has enabled her, over the years, to read many things not intended for her eyes.

Marriage is a sort of tacit hunting in couples. The world all in couples, each couple in its own little house, watching its own little interests and stewing in its own little privacy - it's the most repulsive thing in the world. One's got to get rid of the exclusiveness of married love.

I vulgarize my feelings by speaking of them too readily to others.

My emotional life: dialectic between craving for privacy and need to submerge myself in a passionate relationship to another. With him I have neither, neither privacy or passion. Neither the heightening of self which is won by privacy and loneliness, nor the splendid heroic beautiful loss of self that accompanies passion.

There is only so much revealing one can do. For every self-revelation, there has to be a self-concealment. A life-long commitment to writing involves a balancing of these incompatible needs.

You don't believe a woman should be allowed to make private decisions about her own health.

he'd formed the idea that she was a solitary sort, not one to seek company when a good book lay at hand.

Annie's other prized book lay nearby—a copy of Lord of the Flies, a vintage clothbound volume in a sturdy slipcase, one of three copies she possessed. She hoped the reporter wouldn't ask about that.

The "cookie" marked the beginning of this shift. Ultimately it would do more to shape advertising—and social attention—on the Web than any other invention apart from the browser itself.