Quotes About Awkwardness

Let's just say that on my way down here, I embraced my inner klutz.

I mean, I wish I knew the right things to say to people. Sometimes I seem to just sit there.

They circulated, exchanging greetings, making courtesies. Why can't these people wear nametags? Cordelia thought hopelessly. As usual, everyone but her seemed to know everyone else. She pictured herself opening a conversation: Hey you, Vor-guy—. She clutched Aral more firmly, and tried to look mysterious and exotic rather than tongue-tied and mislaid. They

He let his head rest against the crisp cloth of her uniform jacket a moment longer. She shifted, her arms reaching toward him. Was she about to hug him? If she did, Miles decided, he was going to grab her and kiss her right there. And then see what happened— Behind him, Galeni's office doors swished open. Elli and he both flinched away from each other, Elli coming to parade rest with a toss of her short dark curls, Miles just standing and cursing inwardly at the interruption. He

No, I'm not Jewish, she said archly, staring him down, to teach him, to teach him this: Are you? Yes, he said. He studied her eyes. Oh, she said. Not many of us in this part of the world, so I thought I'd ask. Yes. She felt an embarrassed sense of loss, as if something that should have been hers but wasn't had been taken away, legally, by the police.

I am something incorrect: a hair in the cottage cheese. Something uncouth: a fart in the elevator.

Her eyes went again to the man in black. He had removed his hat when he seated himself and she noticed that his hair was black and curly. He was a lean, powerfully built man, probably larger than he looked while seated. Her eyes trailed again to the bandage. "You…you've hurt yourself!" she exclaimed. "Your shoulder!" Embarrassed

the uncomfortable appearance of a girl who was rapidly shooting up into a woman and didn't like it.

He danced the way he made love, with passion and tenderness and spirit, communicating with hands and eyes the most subtle messages, tenderly making up for Lila's awkwardness. In his lashes and his hair, mist clung in tiny diamond drops. She could not take her eyes from him.

You got off on the wrong foot. I merely watched you shove it into your mouth.

I tend to get starstruck with sports people. I was on a chat show with retired Scottish footballer Denis Law and I just lost it and couldn't talk to him.

Sorry," Mary said. "I had some errands to run." Pauline eyed her. It would be Pauline's way to say, No you didn't. It would be Pauline's way to refuse the decorum of the fib, to embrace the painful honesty. It would be her way to say, You just didn't feel like having lunch with me. Which would have been true, of course. And no less embarrassing, regrettable, awkward, no less vigorously denied, because it was true.

He said, "I had to dance with all the girls who didn't have a partner. I'd be the youngest one, and I was like a foot shorter, so I was staring straight at all these eighth-grade breasts." "Sh!" "What? It was like the highlight of my childhood.

The memory of that unfortunate meeting hung between them for a moment like a fart,

Since his earliest remembrances, Morveer seemed always to have had an uncanny aptitude for saying the wrong thing. When he meant to contribute, he would find he was complaining. When he intended to be solicitous, he would discover he was insulting. When he sought earnestly to provide support, he would be construed as undermining. He wanted only to be valued, respected, included, and yet somehow every attempt at good fellowship only made matters worse.

By the time Gilbert and I reached home we felt like two hydrants in unfortunate proximity to a kennel.

Only thing worse than a dry fuck is small talk.

I didn't realize then that so much of being adult is reconciling ourselves with the awkwardness and strangeness of our own feelings. Youth is the time of life lived for some imaginary audience

I don't know about you, but I call impromptu vomiting harm.

He wasn't much of a dancer, but he knew it, and the faces he pulled when he danced gave him a perpetually startled look-as if he were, at regular intervals, surprised to find himself dancing.

Perhaps anything that he did would have pleased Lucy, but his awkwardness went straight to her heart.

Perhaps anything that he did would have pleased Lucy, but his awkwardness went straight to her heart; men were not gods after all, but as human and as clumsy as girls; even men might suffer from unexplained desires, and need help.

Oddly, Leigh couldn't think of anything to say. How exactly should one respond to a threat spelled out in fish?

You can kiss me if you like," she said. Alex let go of her and turned away. "Thanks, Fiona," he said. "But frankly I'd prefer to kiss the horse.