Eva Herzigova Quotes

He who is ashamed would like to force the world not to look at him, not to notice his exposure. He would like to destroy the eyes of the world.

I always think that I've embarrassed myself.

I don't want people to look at me.

I've spent my life being embarrassed.

I think that all of us are 5-year-olds and we don't want to be embarrassed in the schoolyard.

I mean, I haven't been around very long. I can't expect everyone to have seen 'The House Bunny'. Oh God. I am having such waves of internal embarrassment, which now I'm admitting on a tape recorder. This is so one of the things I should keep in my head.

We live in a constant fear that our shortcomings will be exposed to family, to friends and to the world.

Everyone gets the feeling that they know you and they know your life, and I felt really embarrassed by that.

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.

I have no time for being embarrassed.

Acting is embarrassing.

I used to always hide my hand, I still do. I don't really like talking about it. Sometimes I still hide it and not even realize that I'm doing it.

I pity bashful men, who feel the pain Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain, And bear the marks upon a blushing face, OF needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.

A lot can change because you are embarrassed by something.

It would probably break my heart to hear that people didn't like me. I don't look on the Internet.

I'm not much of a crier but it is mildly soul-destroying and exposing to do something physical that you are terrible at in front of other people.

I think we all fear appearing foolish in public. We don't want to be laughed at.

For some reason, people look at me and laugh. I don't know why.

I don't want anyone seeing me naked.

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?

Sometimes, I'm very embarrassed.

People think I'm so strong, but I'm very shy.

I'm not sure that I am able to feel embarrassment.

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

I was ashamed for people to see me struggle.