Quotes About Self-consciousness

If I had blood, I'd blush.

That's basically what I have people do, I have them become aware. Once you set a goal, once you become aware of something, it becomes part of your consciousness.

Well, my father [Kingsley Amis] was a writer and it seemed natural to start writing in my late teens. I think it was good that I began when I was young and bold and foolish, otherwise I'd have become too self-conscious and aware of the weight of not having written anything yet.

An animal of only instinct, Johnny Ferret, has in his actions drama, but no theater; theater requires that you draw a circle around the action and observe it from outside the circle; in other words, self-consciousness is theater.

But we can note that, however the debates turn out with regard to any given claim concerning animal behavior, it is clear that facile attempts to maintain that all human beings are exclusively in possession of some particular trait or set of traits that nonhuman animals lack (language, self- consciousness, tool use, awareness of death, or some other capacity) are becoming ever less tenable.

There are few things more nerve-racking than trying to act normal with a camera in your face and someone shouting at you to "act normal.

As socially insecure people tend to do, he responds by apologizing.

All thought of something is at the same time self-consciousness [...] At the root of all our experiences and all our reflections, we find [...] a being which immediately recognises itself, [...] and which knows its own existence, not by observation and as a given fact, nor by inference from any idea of itself, but through direct contact with that existence. Self-consciousness is the very being of mind in action.

Swimming naked in broad daylight is a good incentive not to linger.

What's with what you're wearing?" Griggs asks while we stand outside waiting for the others. "It's pretty hideous, isn't it?" I say. "Don't force me to look at it," he says. "It's see-through." That kills conversation for a couple of seconds.

It didn't matter if you made a fool of yourself in front of strangers – he saw that now. It probably didn't matter much if you did it in front of your friends. The shameful thing was doing it in front of strangers, and being seen by your friends in the process.

was an antidote to the self-consciousness that consumed me as an eccentric teenager in search of an identity.

You spend your life so worried about what others think, when in reality, people mostly don't think. On the few occasions when they do, true, it is often something bad, but one has to at least admire the fact that they're thinking at all.

Man is the sole animal whose nudity offends his own companions, and the only one who, in his natural actions, withdraws and hides himself from his own kind.

She watched the woman around her. Most of them undulated like strippers or ground their arses into the men dancing behind them. She copied a few of the less X-rated moves and hoped she didn't look like she needed seizure medication.

Thinking, not for the first time, that life should come with a trapdoor. Just a little exit hatch you could disappear through when you´d utterly and completely mortified yourself. Or when you had spontaneous zit eruptions. "Good book?" he asked, taking it from her and reading the subtitle, "A Guide for Good Girls Who (Sometimes) Want to Be Bad," out loud. But life did not come with a trapdoor.

I confess... if I typo a Facebook post I will edit it. I know it's only Facebook but it's an editing sickness.

So, with my zit throbbing like a nightclub, I went to the interview.

Dac? m? simÈ›eam privit de cineva, paÈ™ii mei deveneau stângaci È™i automaÈ›i, ca È™i când mi-ar fi fost permanent team? c? nu voi mai È™ti cum se merge È™i c? dintr-un moment într-altul m? voi pr?buÈ™i pe asfalt.

knowing full well that I looked like something any self-respecting cat would refuse to drag in.

That man makes me feel like I have my bonnet on backwards.

Outsiders don't understand the enfeebling self-consciousness of political debate on the middle-class liberal-left: they can't imagine the thoughts strangled and tongues bitten to avoid giving the smallest offence to audiences overanxious to find it.

Self-consciousness, the curse of Western womanhood.

The human ego must face the Dionysian reality, and therefore a great work of self-transformation lies ahead of it. For Nietzsche was right in saying that the Apollonian preserves, the Dionysian destroys, self-consciousness.