Helen Hunt Quotes

I was ashamed for people to see me struggle.

The game embarrasses you until you feel inadequate.

My confidence is easy to shake. I am very well aware of all of my flaws. I am aware of all the insecurities that I have.

Feeling stupid is a terrible feeling.

A lot can change because you are embarrassed by something.

You aren't ill: it is just that you are made of second-rate materials.

I'm very insecure. I'm human, just like anybody else.

I'm just like anyone. I cut and I bleed. And I embarass easily.

I think my biggest flaw is my insecurity. I'm terribly insecure. I'm plagued with insecurities 24/7.

I always think that I've embarrassed myself.

Today self-consciousness no longer means anything but reflection on the ego as embarrassment, as realization of impotence: knowing that one is nothing.

I don't ever feel like I have it all together.

I'm self-conscious about a lot of things.

I'm vaguely embarrassed by myself sometimes.

I felt ashamed of being different and ashamed of feeling that way.

We all have things we're ashamed of.

I don't think I'm that knowledgeable. I don't think I am that good looking even. I feel embarrassed when people say these things to me.

I'm not a good photographer, not a good writer. I'm a pretty regular person whose insecurity is so pervasive that it makes me always feel vulnerable.

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'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 was wracked with insecurity.

Exaggerated sensitiveness is an expression of the feeling of inferiority.

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

I've spent my life being embarrassed.

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?