Quotes About Intrusion

For me it's not a question of whether we should intrude in family life, but how and when.

Abductees tend to feel that the contents of their minds are thoroughly revealed to the aliens.

asked how he went into her womb. "I just went into her one night in the winter," he said, "everybody was asleep, and there was a little bit of a fire left in the fireplace. I went into her womb. I knew that's where I wanted to go. When I went in she became pregnant. She was laying there sleeping and I went into her.

then my mother barges into me like an angry bull when I think I'm safe home.

Someone would come and see her. Someone always came. There was always a knock at the door. Everyone had a right to come to her; that was what she was for, that was her function, her reason for being. There was never an hour that belonged to her.

She knew what they had been up to, of course; it would have been hard to miss it, between the giggling and the scent of sex-and nobody had ever warned her how disturbing it would be to hear a necromancer giggle-but that was all right, wasn't it?

Can you run down whatever's blocked Sally's awareness of the event? I… what are the odds that that's evidence of… that worm, or something that's still messing with her functionality?" "Working on it." Loese waved me out of the cubby and sealed the hatch. "Really, really working on it. Now go do your job.

He would let himself in whenever he felt like it, come and go as he pleased. I remembered when this was such a big deal for me, not so long ago. I'd wanted my own space, my front door that I could lock behind me and know for sure that nobody was going to be inside there without me. I remembered telling him that I wanted that space back. I remembered asking him for the key, and him walking away from me. I remembered him simply walking away and leaving, without so much as an argument.

trying to peddle its pots and pans at the door of this house.

He looked at the books, and she wanted to say, 'Stop that,' as though he were reading her diary.

Noise is the most impertinent of all forms of interruption. It is not only an interruption, but is also a disruption of thought.

I found your nose... It was in my business again.. ( :

The symptomatology of PTSD. In PTSD a traumatic event is not remembered and relegated to one's past in the same way as other life events. Trauma continues to intrude with visual, auditory, and/or other somatic reality on the lives of its victims. Again and again they relieve the life-threatening experiences they suffered, reacting in mind and body as though such events were still occurring. PTSD is a complex psychobiological condition.

Normally, on the rare chance that a celebrity comes to my property, I get real nervous.

Much like the death sentence, I believe, hidden cameras should be used in the 'rarest of rare' cases.

We are losing privacy at an alarming rate - we have none left.

I didn't react well toward paparazzi. I just was really protective of myself and constantly hiding myself.

What you don't see are the cameras shoved in my face and the bizarre intrusive questions being asked, or the people falling over themselves, screaming and taunting to get a reaction.

There was one point where my mother was dying of lung cancer, and a journalist dressed up as a nurse and got in the house to get a picture of her, dying of lung cancer and stuff like that, and then you realise the fame's not all it's cracked up to be.

I do Google myself. Not that often, though, and the stories are always rubbish.

People are trying to grab every part of you, so it's really hard to focus.

The stalkers can get a little scary at times, but I guess all these things are a part of being famous.

There are those who've been hacked by the Chinese and those who don't know they've been hacked by the Chinese.

I really didn't understand why hackers would want to hack into a classroom. Are they going to learn algebra? Maybe calculus?