Quotes About Self-consciousness

Very often kids don't ask questions in class because they don't want to be seen asking a question.

It is surely true that few people like to consider themselves enemies of thought and culture. Bush, after all, called himself the "education president" with a straight face while simultaneously declaring, without a trace of self-consciousness or self-criticism, that he rarely read newspapers because that would expose him to "opinions.

I envy paranoids; they actually feel people are paying attention to them.

I stand there, completely naked, as the three circle me, wielding tweezers to remove any last bits of hair. I know I should be embarrassed, but they're so unlike people that I'm no more self-conscious than if a trio of oddly colored birds were pecking around my feet.

I do remember that I was sitting in the make-up chair before the shoots for a commercial or film or other, and I thought: Sometime soon they are going to make a close-up of me and millions of people can see how many pimples I've got on my cheeks.

It's funny. When we first started hanging out I didn't want Ashley to think I was a pig, so I was careful not to eat too much in front of her....Now, I don't even think about it.

The canker of self-consciousness has been long in me, so like a lot of writers I not only do a thing, I see myself doing it too—it's almost like not being alone. That morning our hero skipped in his skivvies down to the shore of the sea . . . it was dark . . . the fog . . . Storytelling!

My leg hurts, I wonder if it's cancer? There's a bump. I'm starting to sweat. Stop sweating. I've got to stop sweating. Can she see it dripping down my forehead? She looked at my hair line. She thinks I'm bald.

I don't like to look at myself in the mirror, which is why my eye makeup is always crooked.

I think modelling helped me. I was very shy and self-conscious when I went to college, and I think in some ways modelling exacerbates those things - because it's all about you being the centre of attention - but it also helped me travel.

I mean, if a camera's on you all the time, you don't get real moments.

I was one of the first six black kids to integrate a formerly all-white school. I remember being looked at all the time and people laughing at my hair. I was also very self-conscious about the food I had for lunch. I had egg sandwiches, and the other mothers gave kids fancy stuff like bologna and Marmite. It took about a year to settle in.

It was not the thought of seeing God that upset her. It was the thought of being seen.

robust intelligence may be a liability—especially if by "intelligence" we mean our peculiar self-awareness, all our frantic loops of introspection and messy currents of self-consciousness. We want our self-driving car to be inhumanly focused on the road, not obsessing over an argument it had with the garage.

I don't want to go in there," Bessie said. "Everyone is going to stare at us." "No one is going to stare at you, Bessie," I told her. "They will. They'll think we're weirdos." "Honestly, Bessie? People don't care about anyone but themselves. They don't notice anything. They are never looking at what's interesting. They're always looking at themselves.

I hate being shy. I hate it.

understood. Blue highlight | Location: 2,477 I smile at everyone because I'm afraid they hate me on sight, so I try to be extra sweet. Though I don't do it on purpose, I even talk in a softer, higher-pitched voice than I use when I'm talking to myself, or with Marley or Georgia.

My friends are always conscious of what people think of them. As though life is something that has an audience.

But he didnt want to be thought of as a fool. To walk around the town fully dressed and yet appear naked to the world was a shame he couldn't bear.

Demony s? archetypami. Mieszkaj? w ka?dym z nas

Above him loomed a grotesque fat man [...] His bedrobe was large enough to serve as a tourney pavilion, but its loosely knotted belt had come undone, exposing a huge white belly and a pair of heavy breasts that sagged like sacks of suet covered with coarse yellow hair.

Lady Selyse was as tall as her husband, thin of body and thin of face, with prominent ears, a sharp nose, and the faintest hint of a mustache on her upper lip. She plucked it daily and cursed it regularly, yet it never failed to return. Her eyes were pale, her mouth stern, her voice a whip. She cracked it now.

Instinct is intelligence incapable of self-consciousness.

His toupee makes him look twenty years sillier.