Quotes About Intrusion

To be honest, I'm a little upset these days. My family has been exposed to the media. Some people break into our house. My ex-girlfriend's photos are circulating online. To say that these are things I need to endure for the sake of celebrity... that's sad. I want to respectfully request that my private life remain private.

Going to a party uninvited always has been a negative action. It never has been acceptable. At the very least, it upsets kitchen preparations, parking arrangements, and even details such as space for hanging coats and depositing dripping umbrellas.

You always have to be on at times, and occasionally people get upset if you say no to a picture when you're eating dinner or something, and that's kind of the hard part. Or if you get crazy rumors that swirl around you from time to time that are just silly.

A busybody's work is never done.

Meddling with another man's folly is always thankless work.

I like the idea of infiltrating an area that is not really exposed to me or my work.

It is very annoying - things have been written by people who didn't know me at all or Princess Diana. They were written by people who never knew me or met me. It did make me angry. I just stopped reading the papers.

Some people are really nice about it. I get Saudi princes and famous people stopping me in L.A. and saying, 'You're Stifler's mom. Can I take a picture with you?' But then you get people like her putting their camera in your face without asking. They think they can do whatever they like.

When I think of a story, somehow it just always seems to come out involving spooks and spies and government skullduggery.

I've had people following me home or standing outside my house. It's strange. I just don't think people were meant to be worshipped or idolised.

When someone sends you an email, they are knocking on your door. And when you open the attachment, without looking through the peephole to see who it is, you just opened the door and let a stranger into your life, where everything you care about is.

Even now I can't stand being recognized in the street. I just hate it when strangers come up and try to talk to me. I'm pathologically shy.

When you admit that you are married, people try to get skeletons out of your closet. They dig into your personal lives and link you with strangers, which could be detrimental. They also want to know details about your marriage, children, and so on. I wanted to keep it private because I only want my work to speak.

them growing, and now he was certain that she felt it too. She was as keen to be close to him as he was to her. It felt a little awkward in the company of the others—he'd invaded their group, after all, and he couldn't shake the feeling that Curt had brought him along as a potential fix-up. But he couldn't deny the effect she was having over him. He only hoped she'd brought a bikini. He

Numa era de vigilância comercial omnipresente que é inerente à capacidade de as empresas prestarem os serviços que solicitamos, o tipo de privacidade que tínhamos no passado morreu.

The Bureau had conducted uncounted break-ins and black-bag jobs on Hoover's say-so. The

It is shocking how little it has been necessary to defend the sheer reach of the attention merchant into the entirety of our lived experience. Formerly the state of technology imposed its own limits, but at a time when these limits have been effectively eliminated, it is for us to ask some fundamental questions: Do we draw any lines between the private and the commercial? If so, what times and spaces should we consider as too valuable, personal, or sacrosanct for the usual onslaught?

NightHawk (ARP/ND de suplantación de identidad y rastreo de contraseñas),

Whoever can pierce your privacy can humiliate you and disrupt your relationships at will. No

Whoever can pierce your privacy can humiliate you and disrupt your relationships at will. No one (except perhaps a tyrant) has a private life that can survive public exposure by hostile directive.

pushing in from the edges. My heart raced. A high-pitched ring pulsed in my ears. Searing pain infused my nose and head as if my sinuses had been

I really hate people who feel their private lives should be paraded, and there are magazines like 'Hello!,' 'OK' and 'Bella' totally devoted to this.

One of the things I find really hard and view as a massive drag... is that I'm losing my ability to be completely anonymous.

The kiss wasn't an intrusion; it was a question. Morrigan answered it with an exclamation mark.