Quotes About Guarded

I'm very private about my private life. I don't like to go into too much depth about it.

The first year I was on the show, it took an interviewer about 45 minutes to get it out of me that I even had a dog, and even then I wouldn't tell him the dog's name.

It may perhaps be pleasant, but it is sometimes a disadvantage to be so very guarded. If a woman conceals her affection with the same skill from the object of it, she may lose the opportunity.

When it comes to expressing emotions," Gullotti said, "you're kind of like...a stone wall. There are some cracks and gaps here and there, but mostly it's just rock.

But why does love need to be guarded? Against what enemies? We looked about us and saw the world as having become a hostile and threatening place where standards of decency and courtesy were perishing and war loomed gigantic. A world where love did not endure.

Miss Abigail Westcott, he had concluded during the past week, when he had watched her far more than he had wanted to and far more than was good for him, did most of her living inside herself. Like an iceberg, she showed the merest tip of her totality to the world, even her family. Perhaps especially to them. He wondered if they realized it.

She really did not care. Not anymore. It was safer not to care.

I might not get their vote or even agreement on most issues. But we would at least make a connection, and we'd come away from such encounters understanding that we had hopes, struggles, and values in common. I wondered if any of that was still possible, now that I lived locked behind gates and guardsmen, my image filtered through Fox News and other media outlets whose entire business model depended on making their audience angry and fearful.

There was that about her which indicated she was warily watchful.

I'm a private person who doesn't relish making her personal life public.

I'd always maintained an image so that people wouldn't approach me.

I had never walked on the street alone when I was growing up in Calcutta, up to age 20. I had never handled money. You know, there was always a couple of bodyguards behind me, who took care if I wanted... I needed pencils for school, I needed a notebook, they were the ones who were taking out the money. I was constantly guarded.

There was a formula—a sort of list of things to say and do—which I recognised as something black and forbidden; something which I had read of before in furtive paragraphs of mixed abhorrence and fascination penned by those strange ancient delvers into the universe's guarded secrets whose decaying texts I loved to absorb.

I'm tough on the outside and soft on the inside... I'm really a shy guy.

I have this tough exterior, but inside, I'm very mushy and soft.

Don't trust anyone. Be a cold fish. I hurt no one. And no one can hurt me.

It takes years for me to trust; I know that about myself. A lot of it is because I am so private, and so reluctant to make myself vulnerable.

The voids that cannot be filled need to be shielded.

On the barbecue pit, chickens and spareribs sputtered in their own fat and a sauce whose recipe was guarded in the family like a scandalous affair.

She touched a part of him he'd thought was inaccessible. A part that had been jealously guarded for years. And she'd gotten there with no effort whatsoever. She'd walked into his life and heart like she belonged.

I have the reputation of being easygoing. But inside, I'm like nails. I will kill.

I have always been a reserved and conservative person.

She guarded herself against it, she supposed, the way she guarded herself against everything difficult or painful—by being loving, by being solicitous.

Everyone has secrets. Especially me.