Selma Blair Quotes

I can be shy when I talk to women. I'm a shy dude.

It's really hard for me to be around people I admire.

I'm tugging at my hair. I'm pulling at my clothes. I'm trying to keep my cool, I know it shows. I'm staring at my feet. My cheeks are turning red. I'm searching for the words inside my head. I'm feeling nervous trying to be perfect, 'cause I know you're worth it.

Shyness is a curious thing, because, like quicksand, it can strike people at any time, and also, like quicksand, it usually makes its victims look down.

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 am a very open person, and I'm always nervous of being misconstrued. Sitting in the middle of a restaurant makes me nervous. I feel like I'm being judged. And it's funny that I should feel that way.

I'm a bad interview because I want to always feel like I'm being totally honest, but at the same time, I'm absolutely paranoid. That combination results in a lot of spaces.

I am not comfortable telling people I am trying stand-up because to me that implies confidence. I'm - well, I'm not.

I'm awkward around girls.

I can talk to anybody but when it comes to somebody that I like, then I turn into like this five-year-old kindergartener in a sandbox.

When the attention is on me, off-camera, I get uncomfortable - sort of shy and at a loss for words, as you can probably tell?

I still get a little nervous when talking to girls. Which is awful, and embarrassing, because I feel like I shouldn't.

I'm not the guy who bursts into the room. I'm the most insecure person you'll meet if you get to know me.

I spent every day just praying that I didn't look like a big dork on camera.

I never want to be a showoff or attention getter or something that, truthfully, is kind of repulsive to me, but I get uncomfortable.

I feel shy when people are fussing on me.

But inside, I'm going, 'Oh my God, is my zipper up? Do I have a booger in my nose?' That's my inner monologue.

When I was 13, I was in my tent at Girl Scout camp, trying to change out of my bathing suit and talking at the same time. I fell out of the tent in front of everyone with my bathing suit around my ankles. I was humiliated - but no amount of humiliation has ever seemed to stop me.

The main thing I don't like about myself is an absurd level of self-consciousness that makes any sort of social encounter an ordeal for me.

At parties, I'll start talking and notice everyone is looking at me and feel dumb and say, 'Forget it,' and then start eating things.

Countries are like adolescent entering a dance ... they're sure everybody is thinking about nothing but their inadequacies.

You always try to play it off cool, but even if I think I have a certain laidback body language when I'm meeting someone who I greatly admire, I still have this horrible tendency to go bright red.

I'm not brave. Far from it.

Truthfully, I'm incredibly shy, and I'm very awkward around boys.

If you're the only anything in the room, you're going to feel so self-conscious of your right to be there.