Quotes About Self-consciousness

My eyebrows are a mess. They're skinny; they're dodgy.

I wish I could sing. I love singers, but I am way too shy. Scares the hell out of me.

In connection with death, or birth, or love, modesty is only a rather puerile self-consciousness.

Swell, just swell," muttered Howie. "Twenty-nine kids laughing at me in girls' socks carrying a stupid little pillow.

A blush rose to my face. I fixed my eyes on the Pavement. The Other was so neat, so elegant in his suit and his shining shoes. I, on the other hand, was not neat. My clothes were ragged and faded, rotten with the Sea Water I fished in. I hated drawing his attention to this contrast between us, but nevertheless he had asked me and so I must answer. I said, 'What changed was that I used to have shoes. Now I have none.

Don;t blush, for God's sake. You and your blushing - you're like some Victorian maiden.

I cry at everything. Simply to spite myself and embarrass myself.

I stared at Buddy while he unzipped his chino pants and took them off and laid them on a chair and then took off his underpants that were made of something like nylon fishnet. "They're cool," he explained, "and my mother says they wash easily." Then he just stood there in front of me and I kept on staring at him. The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed. Buddy seemed hurt I didn't say anything.

and I felt their eyes on my flat, virgin stomach.

I had a suspicion that my mother had called Jody and begged her to ask me out, so I wouldn't sit around in my room all day with the shades drawn. I didn't want to go at first, because I thought Jody would notice the change in me, and that anybody with half an eye would see I didn't have a brain in my head.

Then he just stood there [naked] in front of me and I kept on staring at him. The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.

I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I'd cry for a week.

I didn't really see why people should look at me

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering.

Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in it's appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering.

Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering.

Yes, there is joy, fulfilment and companionship- but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

People are not taught to be really virtuous, but to behave properly. We are wicked because we are frightfully self-conscious. We nurse a conscience because we are afraid to tell the truth to others; we take refuge in pride because we are afraid to tell the truth to ourselves. How can one be serious with the world when the world itself is so ridiculous!

We are wicked because we are frightfully self-conscious.

there is no greater force within creation than the free will of beings endowed with self-consciousness and spiritual intellect; and so the misuse of this free will can have altogether terrifying consequences.

I have moles and freckles, and they irritate me. They are an insecurity of mine, and I wish I could have clear, beautiful skin.

When I was growing up, it was so embarrassing to be from Jersey.

You went up to be examined with the other Jewish children, your heart heavy about that matter of your nose.

MORITZ: Melchior, do you agree that a human being's sense of shame is just a product of his education? MELCHIOR: It seems to me it must be deeply rooted in human nature. Imagine you had to undress completely in front of your best friend. You'd only do it if he did it at the same time.