Quotes About Privacy

If the Walkman had, by default, silently contacted your friends and told them what you were listening to, not only would no one have bought a Walkman in the first place, its designers would have been viewed with the utmost suspicion.

Sara grinned at that. "A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they're entitled to know everything I do.

I'm sorry, buttercup," he murmured, cuddling her spent and trembling form against his. "You deserve time and privacy, and consideration. Not to be fondled in the library over the tea service.

I learned that a sense of privacy doesn't have to depend on walls and doors. At least not external ones. Two people could sit in a room and read or work separately without ever breaking the silence. It's an ability to put up walls in your mind, so no one can get through.

Eavesdroppers hear no good of themselves." "Yes," Pandora conceded, "but they hear fascinating things about other people.

Don't do that with your fiance," Heath said. "He'll be asking where you learned it.

It's none of your concern about how I lead my life or who pays for it. I don't care about your opinions, and you have no right to force them on me.

A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they're entitled to know everything I do. — [Sara]

Lots of data gets collected through the latest technology today, and not all of it is about people's consumer preferences.

In my book, privacy is like a great pair of high heels. To be cherished.

Fact: I don't know of a single girl who doesn't wish the show-it-all boxer-shorts phenomenon would go away as well. Guys, we just don't want to see your underwear. Truthfully, we believe that there is a direct correlation between how much underwear you show and how much you've got upstairs, if you know what I mean.

You know it's going to be a bad day when you can't get privacy inside your own head.

Don't ever tell anyone where you bought something. If you get a complement say, "Thank you. I got it in Europe.

I'd love to write about my growing sexual awareness, but the press would turn it into something squalid.

Yeah, I like to be the maker of the art. And I like and want the money. But I don't really dig being famous.

Perhaps this general degradation was the result of too much crowding, too little privacy, too much noise. You couldn't be decent if you weren't intelligent; you couldn't be intelligent if you couldn't think—and who could think in all this racket? Add the stench to the confusion of cramped quarters, and who could be self-respecting?

Dreams are private, she said. And she is right. A dream is a story that no one else will get to hear or read.

I'll lock the skeleton in its cupboard and throw away the key.

Brother, you can't go to jail for what you're thinking.

Trust is important to any relationship… and easier to come by if you get a picture of a guy's wife buck naked.

I realised then, sitting silent and alone in the wilderness, that it wasn't just the traffic, noise and pollution of the cities and highways that I'd found wearing, it was also the sensation of being constantly on display, even if the attention I attracted was almost always well-meaning. Iran is a country of, and for, extroverts,

I would never speak about specifics in my own relationships because I think it's tacky. If you seriously want to know, listen to the music.

Things are coming to a pretty pass when religion is allowed to invade private life.

And you didn't ask why she was in therapy?" "Who asks people why they go to see a psychologist? It's not right to ask such things.