Quotes About Privacy

The minute that you go to arbitration, it's 100% confidential, so nobody ever hears about it.

in previous decades a chemical company took to the Supreme Court a case asserting its Fourth Amendment "right to privacy" from the Environmental Protection Agency's snooping into its illegal chemical discharges.

But I've always been a genius of secrecy, I thought, quite unlike Wertheimer who basically couldn't keep anything a secret, had to talk about everything, had to get everything out in the open as long as he lived. But naturally unlike most others we were lucky not to have to earn a cent because we had enough from the very beginning. Whereas

Guilt and misery shrink, by a natural instinct, from public notice: they court privacy and solitude: and even in their choice of a grave will sometimes sequester themselves from the general population of the churchyard, as if declining to claim fellowship with the great family of man; thus, in a symbolic language universally understood, seeking (in the affecting language of Mr. Wordsworth) ' Humbly to express A penitential loneliness.

That Elizabeth-Jane Farfrae be not told of my death, or made to grieve on account of me. & that I be not bury'd in consecrated ground. & that no sexton be asked to toll the bell. & that nobody is wished to see my dead body. & that no mourners walk behind me at my funeral. & that no flowers be planted on my grave, & that no man remember me. To this I put my name.

Don't talk about what you have done or what you are going to do.

To be unknown to God is entirely too much privacy.

EVERY one of us is shadowed by an illusory person: a false self. This is the man that I want myself to be but who cannot exist, because God does not know anything about him. And to be unknown of God is altogether too much privacy.

It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.

Bigfoot didn't answer but there were times Doc could hear his silences, and this one was saying Too Much You Can't Know About So Fuck Off.

Do you ever want to hide, to be completely hidden so that nobody knows where you are. Sometimes one has a dreadful feeling of exposure–it's intolerable. I mustn't say these things.

Privacy - like eating and breathing - is one of life's basic requirements.

We need a place," she said, "just for us. It would be so secret that we would never tell anyone in the whole world about it." ... She lowered her voice almost to a whisper. "It might be a whole secret country," she continued, "and you and I would be the rulers of it.

Her safe was in the spare bedroom. She went in and knelt down in front of it. Sweatshirt and Joe followed. She noticed that Joe turned away as she started to spin the dial. Sweatshirt, however, kept staring. Oh, well, it wasn't likely that he would be able to remember the combination.

I don't want to be more famous than what I have right now. At least in that sense where people come up to me in the grocery store.

Were we sexually intimate? What difference could it possibly make to you?

stopped for a moment to talk with the few girls who called out to her. The refuge's lead adolescent psychologist, Hannah Smith, had decreed that all doors would remain open during certain hours though the kids were allowed privacy, too. The risk of harming themselves was

But, please, don't breathe a word of what I said to none other than himself." The

Bottom line? No one

Violent death allows no privacy. It plunders one's dignity as surely as it has taken one's life.

We've all heard of personal space, that blanket of nothing we need between ourselves and others. For me, the zone is eighteen inches. Break in, I get edgy.

NEVER answer the phone to a number I don't recognise. Instead I wait until it's finished ringing and then google the number to try and work out who it is and what they might want.

Jim stuck his head out of the rodie. "I'm not going to do this out in the open where anyone can see me!. That's unnatural!

Do they expect us to have sex right here on the kitchen table?" Gunner, who was chewing a piece of toast, paused, considered the idea, and then shook his head. "Too messy. We'd get sugar everywhere. Plus, Cressy might walk in, and then I'd have to get her a second horse.