Quotes About Privacy

There's a difference between disclosing that which is only your business and hiding away from the world and not seeing, shining and sharing your magic.

Never go tapping into the lives of others like you know them and their story! Their story is not yours, tell yours, for that is all you know.

Transparency is for those who carry out public duties and exercise public power. Privacy is for everyone else.

I do not want a personal relationship with my fans. Or to do anything that encourages them to think they have one with me. They can have a personal relationship with my songs. That's fine, but they don't know me.

Mom went on to tell me, as we sat there, that she really believed your personal life was personal. Secrets, she felt, rarely explained or excused anything in real life, or were even all that interesting. People shared too much, she said, not too little. She thought you should be able to keep your private life private for any reason or for no reason.

Connelly writes, "As long as there is paper, people will write, secretly, in small rooms, in the hidden chambers of their minds, just as people whisper the words they're forbidden to speak aloud." In

She thought you should be able to keep your private life private for any reason or for no reason. She even felt that way about politicians—so long as they weren't hypocrites—and worried that we'd never find enough good and interesting people to run for office if we pried into every corner of their past.

1. You have nothing to fear. Remember that your vote is secret. Only you and your God know how you vote. 2.

Toen zag hij een deur openstaan naar de enige plaats waar men zich altijd aan de wereld onttrekken kan. Niemand weet wie zich bevindt op een afgesloten wc.

At Winchester we were discouraged from standing too close, from making, or seeking, personal disclosure. The other day I met a fellow Wykhamist - someone I'd known for forty years - and after the preliminaries, I said: 'Are you happy?'He took a pace back and squinted with surprise: 'Are you pulling my wire?' he said. 'That's none of your business'. At Winchester we were none of us each others business. We cracked on.

Be happy because no one is seeing what you do, no one is listening to you, no one really cares what may be achieved, but sometimes accidents happen and beauty is born.

Secrets...are the very root of cool.

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.

Satan knows what orders thou keepest in thy house and closet, and though he hath not a key to thy heart, yet he can stand in the next room to it, and lightly hear what is whispered there.

If the right to privacy means anything, it is the right of the individual, married or single, to be free from unwanted government intrusion into matters so fundamentally affecting a person as the decision to bear or beget a child.

If the right of privacy means anything, it is the right of the individual, married or single, to be free from unwarranted governmental intrusion into matters so fundamentally affecting a person as the decision whether to bear or beget a child.

Though a cat person's love for their pet is no less powerful, cat people tend to keep their relationships private and privileged. Cat people prefer a more intimate and confidential relationship. Cat people live their lives quietly and close to the vest. Cat people share books. Dog people share holidays.

Reading, like prayer, remains one of our few private acts

and what if I did drink too much? Whose business is that? Who knows how much I didn't drink?

In a small town nothing is private. Word spreads with the incomprehensibility of magic and the speed of plague.

When it comes to privacy and accountability, people always demand the former for themselves and the latter for everyone else.

The best surveillance is when everyone suspects that they're being watched all the time. The government then doesn't even have to watch the cameras—they need only let people believe someone might be watching.

Mischievous smile. "I remember reading about Calvin Klein's daughter. Every time she pulled down a lover's pants, she was confronted by her father's name on the band of his underwear. A total sex killer.

To not be photographed daily, even by oneself, to not be recorded and videoed and dispersed into the turbulent winds of the net, was to court nonexistence.