Albert Bandura Quotes

Most people think everybody feels about them much more violently than they actually do; they think other people's opinions of them swing through great arcs of approval or disapproval.

What other people think of me is not really my major concern in life. What other people think of what I write is another matter.

I thought everyone would be familiar with this figure: if I'd studied a thing in school I assumed it was general knowledge. I hadn't yet discovered that I lived in a sort of transparent balloon, drifting over the world without making much contact with it, and that the people I knew appeared to me at a different angle from the one at which they appeared to themselves; and that the reverse was also true. I was smaller to others, up there in my balloon, than I was to myself. I was also blurrier.

Each person assesses each other person's credibility on different dimensions, because people are strong and weak in different things.

People’s beliefs about their abilities have a profound effect on those abilities.

I am not afraid to admit, though slightly ashamed that I Google myself and I see people writing things about me and I get really proud and happy.

I don't care what people think of me or for what reason they think of me. I don't feel like I don't know who I am to the degree that I have to change my hair to create a new me.

I may not be better than other people, but at least I'm different.

I don't give a damn what people think.

If no one saw - it didn't count. It's only when you eat in front of strangers or people that make you feel guilty that food is really fattening.

We tell specific stories about ourselves to ourselves and we're all the heroes of our own lives. But you live through certain experiences with other people, and sometimes they have very different takes on what happened.

I'm sure other people have a very strange view of my lifestyle.

Thought is prior to language and consists in the simultaneous presentation to the mind of two different images.

I've never thought of myself as a singer anyway. . . I've been free from those considerations because so many people over the years told me I don't have a voice. I kind of bought that. I never thought that much about it to begin with. I knew I didn't have one of the great voices. As my Damon Runyanesque lawyer used to say, "none of you guys can sing. If I want to hear singing, I'll go to the Metropolitan Opera."

You are always looking at people like this.” And then she made a face, one he couldn’t possibly begin to describe. “If I ever look like that,” he said dryly, “precisely like that, to be more precise, I give you leave to shoot me.

People were people, even if they had four legs and had called themselves names like Dangerous Beans, which is the kind of name you gave yourself if you learned to read before you understood what all the words actually meant.

Only other people can make you feel real.

You know, you’re a little complicated after all.” “Oh no,” she assured him hastily. “No, I’m not really - I’m just a - I’m just a whole lot of different simple people.

I don't think I'm better than other people, I think I'm different from other people, because I do different things.

What does bother me is that I have to spend time and energy dealing with the ramifications of what people do think about me.

It is thus with most of us; we are what other people say we are. We know ourselves chiefly by hearsay.

I'm not a fan of technology . I'm a fan of pedagogy, of understanding how people learn and the most effective learning methods. But technology enables some exciting changes.

I'm just trying to make the point that the story we're telling ourselves is often very different from the story we're telling the people around us.

Oh, but there's such a difference between saying a thing yourself and hearing other people say it,' wailed Anne. 'You may know a thing is so, but you can't help hoping other people don't quite think it is.