You learn a lot about people when you're sitting on their bathroom floor or on their toilet seat, rifling through their stuff.
It's hard for me to pry with people I know.
No matter who you date, people are going to make fun of them, jealous people are going to say stuff, people get creepy - all the things that come with the public eye.
I have no interest in anybody's life that way so it defeats me why people go to that length to pry.
I love to ask people questions. I want to know everything about them, even things that may be seemingly socially inappropriate.
I like poking my nose into other people's lives.
You is getting nosier than a parker.
That low vice, curiosity!
No state sorrier than that of the man who keeps up a continual round, and pries into "the secrets of the nether world," as saith the poet, and is curious in conjecture of what is in his neighbour's heart.
I don't know why other people are concerned about other people's lives that much.
I don't like being a voyeur, looking into other people's marriages.
For prying into any human affairs, non are equal to those whom it does not concern.
The things most people want to know about are usually none of their business.
What's perplexing to me is that I never think it's anybody's business to know my business.
Don't badger people without children into admitting the secret desire for children you're sure they have to you! Don't badger anyone! Leave the badgering to the badgers.
Avoid him who from mere curiosity asks three questions running about a thing that cannot interest Him.
We will not allow anyone to poke their snotty nose into our affairs
I can be a bit nosey. I like a bit of gossip.
A busybody's work is never done.
What are you doing here snooping around, Tory? (Medea) I didn’t think I was snooping. It didn’t feel like a snoop. I have snooped before and can honestly say this isn’t it. (Tory)
Here we have been sitting down for a brief moment and you are already asking me if there are pictures of me in my drawers.
Most of the trouble in this world has been caused by folks who can't mind their own business, because they have no business of their own to mind, any more than a smallpox virus has.
Shun the inquisitive person, for he is also a talker. [Lat., Percunctatorem fugito, nam garrulus idem est.]
I hate being asked how I met my husband and very personal questions like that. I don't like that. People are too nosey. Intelligent questions I like, but sometimes people ask such silly, dopey ones.
I've never been involved in something where people cared about my personal life and the gossip of it!
