Quotes About Self-consciousness

I got my first tattoo when I was 19. The one on my shoulder is an eagle. I'd go to the beach, and I'd take off my shirt, and I'd almost feel self-conscious because nobody out there had tattoos except my buddies, the guys who rode motorcycles. American-made bikes, mainly.

At school I hated swimming and felt bigger and more self-conscious than all the other girls - and I would go to summer sports camps to desperately try to change my shape so that it couldn't be one of the taunts aimed at me by bullies.

She kept her looks very well and continued, in a rather severe way, to pay attention to her dress. There were moments now when her laugh sounded a little hollow and brittle, the laughter of nerves not of mirth or good spirits. Occasionally in a conversation she seemed to lose track and fall into a self-absorption, to start up overwhelmed by embarrassment and unspoken remorse.... She was pushing thirty-five. But she could still be good company.

And it seemed to me, too, that I've always been afraid when I was in the company of people…afraid of saying something stupid…afraid of being laughed at.

It is my first morning of high school. I have seven new notebooks, a skirt I hate, and a stomachache.

I'm the girl who trips on the dance floor and can't find her way to the exit. All eyes on me.

It is easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.

I'm one of those people who never knows what to say, so I say nothing. Then people think I am a snob. Or if I do say something, half the time I blurt out the wrong thing and embarrass myself.

The task of science, therefore, is not to attack the objects of faith, but to establish the limits beyond which knowledge cannot go and found a unified self-consciousness within these limits.

When I was younger, I never laughed. I was always sour. If I look at pictures of me from the past, I never see a smile. I think it came out of my insecurity. I had a lot of complexes.

People say, like, "I love when you smile because part of your mouth goes up," then I never organically smile again.

I hate my smile. I always have, even in my school pictures when I was a little kid.

Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don´t do it

And now he smiled at me. All teeth. The way only people who hadn't learned self-consciousnessknew how to smile.

The girl who dropped everything is Violet Markey, the same Violet Markey from the bell tower. She turns beet red and I can tell she wants to die. Not in a jumping-from-a-great-height kind of way, but more along the lines of Please, earth, swallow me whole.

People either see me or they don't. I wonder what it's like to walk down the street, safe and easy in your skin, and just blend right in. No one turning away, no one staring, no one waiting and expecting, wondering what stupid, crazy thing you'll do next.

It's as if you pull something around yourself, make yourself look smaller and more insignificant. Than you already are." Nina blinked. "Like you don't want anyone to notice you.

Su desnudez le causo vergüenza, se dio media vuelta y se tapó la cara con la oscuridad de la tarde.

In other words, the final terror of self-consciousness is the knowledge of one's own death, which is the peculiar sentence on man alone in the animal kingdom

Anxiety is the result of the perception of the truth of one's condition. What does it mean to be self-conscious animal? The idea is ludicrous, if it is not monstrous. It means to know that one is food for worms. This is the terror: to have emerged from nothing, to have a name, consciousness of self, deep inner feelings, an excruciating inner yearning for life and self-expression--and with all this yet to die.

Nationalism is not the awakening of nations to self-consciousness: it invents nations where they do not exist.

My hair looks awful while wet, I will say that.

I remember not wanting to play football because I didn't want to get my hair wet.

I used to be very vain about my thumbs. I have fat thumbs. If there's a movie where you see me on the phone, it's not my hands.