Quotes About Awkwardness

Sera, I presume?" he said and her bones melted at the sound of his deep voice pronouncing her name. She nodded and held out her hand. He raised a dark eyebrow in her direction and didn't take it. She lowered it again, feeling like a fool for thinking he would touch her, a turned human, and for the first time since she could remember, her gaze didn't want anything to do with him.

But his words fall away. He looks confused. He looks flustered and sorry. Like you do when you run up to someone you think you know and take her arm and she turns around and you were wrong.

Oh, God," Lori said without looking at me, "what are they thinking, leaving the two of us alone out here on the dock together? We might TALK or something." "That would be awful," I said. "I might give you a hickey." She laughed, still watching for Cameron's start instead of looking at me. "Just by talking to me?" "I can talk really dirty. You'd be surprised.

Tatum and Oriole and that group are by the pool but they aren't my direct friends and I can't join them without Stella, it would seem weird and they might be nice but they might also freeze me out the way Stella and I might freeze out one of them if she all of a sudden attached herself to us.

At the end of an evening, her women friends would hug her, or a friend's husband might slip his arm around her waist to kiss her, just a little too suggestively, and the coldness in her would respond, I don't give a damn if I ever see any of you again.

While our exchange is not entirely friendly, there is the encouraging fact that we've reached line seven without awkwardness, defining awkwardness as conversation consisting of a series of futile attempts to solve the problem of what to say next.

Perhaps," Aunt Olivia suggested diplomatically, "you should put on some clothes." Apparently, the tailor had finished getting the measurements she needed. Apparently, that wasn't a particularly recent development. Apparently, I'd been standing there in my undergarments for a while. Only about a third as embarrassed as I should have been, I ducked back into the dressing room.

Reggie had always been a quiet kid, even with her own family, and part of the reason for this was that she never knew the right thing to say. Words didn't come easily to her, they were stumbling blocks rather than lines of connection. And only later, after the fact, when she was replaying conversations in her head late at night, did the right words come—a cruel joke, too little, too late.

This is followed by laughter because we're in high school, which means we're predictable and almost everything is funny, especially if it's someone else's public humiliation.

He fixed his eye on me longer than I cared to return the stare, for fear I might be tempted either to box his ears, or render my hilarity audible.

She had never heard Artemis sound so warm, so sincere. Usually emotional displays were difficult for the boy and he stumbled through them awkwardly. This wasn't like him at all.

Guide Note: For the past three decades of real time, the human Arthur Dent had made his life infinitely more miserable than it needed to be by displaying a spectacular ability to say the right thing but at the wrong time.

For Christ's sake, Ian, he was stealing your cash! I hope you at least wore a raincoat, you feel me? Ian blinked. Why would I want a raincoat, Joel? I was having sex. Joel put his face in his hands, closed his eyes tight, and prayed that when he looked up and opened then Ian would be kidding. He wasn't

It looks like two alpacas fucking, mostly," he said apologetically. "Of course, sometimes, the boy can't get his boy parts past the girl's furry ass, and he needs a little help, so then it looks like two alpacas fucking while their handler's giving the one on top a handjob.

After a murmur of general assent, Ariadne spoke up. "And oh my God, I have to pump my boobs. You guys, you don't even know. It's like having blue balls strapped to your chest!" After a horrified silence, the men practically ran screaming from the building.

Crick grimaced and looked away. "Talk about being gay, you big, queer bastard—I swear you just made me all verklempt.

Emmy had turned so red that the woman laughed and said, "Well, I guess it's not blusher!

Nothing is so silly as the expression of a man who is being complimented.

I don't know how to act around anybody.

Well, I'm sorry. Again. For like the millionth time. If there's anything I can do ... I'd offer to pay for your dry cleaning, but you're wearing a T-shirt, and that's just, like weird - I mean, who dry-cleans their T-shirts?

I haven't had to do too many, or many explicit ones. Everybody feels weird, and everybody is trying to tiptoe around and make you think they're not there. The last time I did a love scene, I couldn't keep a straight face.

I once called a guy into his own office and spun around in his own chair to greet him. That kind of thing may be why I quit, before I got into serious trouble. I would smile and the person would get so upset. But you do a thousand of those things, and it makes you weird.

I remember, when I got my first period, I was almost afraid to tell me mother, who's quite an open, loving person. But I felt really weird; the chat just wasn't there.

In high school, I was so painfully self-aware that how I thought of myself was probably very different from what other people thought of me. I thought of myself as just painfully awkward and dorky. I had a lot of hair and was kind of weird. I sang a lot in the hallways.