Quotes About Shyness

I never wish to offend, but I am so foolishly shy, that I often seem negligent, when I am only kept back by my natural awkwardness. I have frequently thought that I must have been intended by nature to be fond of low company, I am so little at my ease among strangers of gentility!

I never wish to offend, but I am so foolishly shy, that I often seem negligent, when I am only kept back by my natural awkwardness. I have frequently thought that I must have been intended by nature to be found of low company, I am so little at my ease among strangers of gentility.

What made you so shy of me, when you first called, and afterwards dined here? Why especially, when you called, did you look as if you did not care about me? Because you were grave and silent, and gave no encouragement. But I was embarrassed And so was I. You might have talked to me more when you came to dinner A man who had felt less, might.

Non vorrei mai offendere nessuno, ma sono così stupidamente timido che spesso sembro freddo e indifferente mentre invece sono trattenuto soltanto dalla mia goffaggine naturale.

Since her being at Lambton, she had heard that Miss Darcy was exceedingly proud; but the observation of a very few minutes convinced her that she was only exceedingly shy.

Clearly here was someone, like me, who tended to stumble through life and managed to see the funny side of situations. Someone who, like me, was fairly shy, yet not averse to expressing his opinions; someone who unlike me had a developed sense of his own worth and had the effrontery to convey it.

Mirabel was very shy. She'd always been that way.

I've always had this image of this strong, sprightly person who is undaunted by anything; on the contrary, I was one of the shyest, most unsure people you ever met in your life. But I have one very specific quality: I'm plucky. I really am. I would say that's a perfect description of my personality.

A shy kid might look longingly at other kids playing in the schoolyard, afraid and unsure about how to approach them, but an introvert is perfectly content on her own.

When I was a little girl, I was incredibly shy. My hope was to blend in, to fit in, to not be noticed in any significant way. I was deeply insecure and unsure of myself.

It is good for a person who has suffered from acute shyness, as I had, to find that he can cause as much upset as he suffered. Better to be a brute, I thought, than to be a wallflower.

I was shy, but it came out in a big personality. My turning point was when I let my hair go naturally and I got contact lenses. I am really blind, by the way. I have these big eyes that don't work!

I would like to believe that I still am a shy person; I am very introverted. I have a problem communicating.

It is strange: I love to be in front of the audience, but I have this opposite side that is afraid of meeting people, that doesn't want to talk. I feel it's like having a little hard stone inside me of problems, doubts, and shyness.

I had the pleasure of getting to know David Beckham, an icon of football and beyond that. He's a great person, but I had no idea he was such a shy guy. Sometimes when you speak to him he blushes. It's very strange, he's famous around the world but in private he is very shy.

Being a shy person, I always felt strange outside with my camera.

I am a shy man. I can't call a stranger and talk.

I am a very introvert person who cannot initiate a chat with a stranger.

Even now I can't stand being recognized in the street. I just hate it when strangers come up and try to talk to me. I'm pathologically shy.

I really hate being recognised. I'm quite a shy person, and I'm not very good at talking to strangers. So when people come up to me in the street, I just find it quite awkward. I don't really know what to say to them.

When I was small, my most serious handicap was a painful bashfulness in the presence of strangers.

Kids naturally tend to be a bit camera shy, especially in front of strangers.

I could always make people around me laugh. It was more of a defense mechanism more than anything else, because I was a pretty shy guy.

Like this, ideas worked their way under his skin, until they became part of his whole response to the world, tingling under the surface of everything, flaring like fever when he encountered some prejudice, some small backwardness that made the world seem vast and intractable in its stupidity. Except, even then, he would be choked by shyness in the face of it; would go home and pace the sitting room.