Quotes About Privacy

She knew that hearing bad things about yourself is one of the punishments for eavesdropping.

I think more and more people want to live alone. You can be a couple without being in each other's pockets. I don't see why you have to share the same bathroom.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

I would be utterly emabarrassed to have others around me hear my half of what can only be described as pedestrian. "Yes, the elevator has just pulled up to the 16th floor." Do these people have the ability to go, for say, an eight- or ten-minute stretch without being in contact with someone else? What are they afraid of? Confronting their own thoughts?

So I've started wearing sweatpants to bed because I really don't need Santa seeing me in my underwear.

Of course, to be truly 'surveillance free' required unpredictability or its cousin, spontaneity.

Have we been compromised by our own data? The answer is: Of course.

Non volevo le loro voci nella mia mente, le loro idee su di me, le loro storie o i loro problemi personali. Perché avrebbero dovuto volere i miei?

A family is no place for privacy!

I wanted to keep it as small as possible, so that it would go away sooner. I needed to keep it to myself.

every healthy marriage is composed of walls and windows. The windows are the aspects of your relationship that are open to the world—that is, the necessary gaps through which you interact with family and friends; the walls are the barriers of trust behind which you guard the most intimatesecrets of your marriage.

We invented marriage. Couples invented marriage. We also invented divorce,mind you. And we invented infidelity,too, as well as romantic misery. In fact we invented the whole sloppy mess of love and intimacy and aversion and euphoria and failure. But most importantly of all, most subversively of all, most stubbornly of all, we invented privacy.

NO ONE KNOWS COCO, MY DEAR. SHE WOULD NEVER ALLOW FOR THAT.

What all couples have ever wanted, a little bit of privacy in which to practice all manners of love.

it was impossible to imagine where in this crowded domestic arrangement you might find the happier twin sister of loneliness: privacy

One does not wish to lose the fondness of people one admires by revealing too much of oneself.

This matter must never be spoken of again. We WASPs can apply that rule to anything—from a moment of awkwardness at the dinner table to a relative's suicide.

To which she had replied, "There is nothing I would rather not talk about, Billy, and nobody whom I would rather not talk about it with!

And if he presses, tell him it's a female matter. That stops any question.

Even someone you've inhabited rooms with, and seen naked everyday, seen sitting on the toilet through a half-opened door, can fade out after a while and become an outline.

I'm living in the same house as someone who views secrets as personal pets, to be fed, cosseted, and possibly bred to produce litters of little secrets. Kindly don't add new ones to the kennel.

which he needs time and privacy. What better way of keeping us in Cairo

Not the least of my many blessings is that we have only one neighbour. If you have to have neighbours at all, it is at least a mercy that there should be only one; for with people dropping in at all hours and wanting to talk to you, how are you to get on with your life, I should like to know, and read your books, and dream your dreams to your satisfaction?

How passionately she longed to be important to somebody again—not important on platforms, not important as an asset in an organization, but privately important, just to one other person, quite privately, nobody else to know or notice. It didn't seem much to ask in a world so crowded with people, just to have one of them, only one out of all the millions, to oneself.