Quotes About Awkwardness

I put my foot in my mouth every time I'm interviewed.

I don't know how to speak to celebrities. Every time I talk to Alan Menken, I say something stupid and I have to apologize.

I spill water on myself all the time at nice restaurants. I've run into poles and knocked myself out.

My kids can't watch ('Howard the Duck'). By the time I get in bed with the duck, they are, like, 'Turn it off, mom. You in bed with a duck is just pretty much a deal breaker.'

I'm sorry but I've been on my own a long time. I don't know what to talk when I bump into other people.

I trip over my legs all the time. I'll wave to somebody, look up, and end up eating pavement.

she was as welcome as a corpse is to a coroner.

But, don't you know, there are some things that can beat smartness and foresight? Awkwardness and stupidity can. The best swordsman in the world doesn't need to fear the second best swordsman in the world; no, the person for him to be afraid of is some ignorant antagonist who has never had a sword in his hand before; he doesn't do the thing he ought to do, and so the expert isn't prepared for him.

But maybe 'the brutality of fact' isn't a phrase that precisely suits what he does. Perhaps, 'the awkwardness of truth' would be nearer the mark. …

The silence sat between grandniece and baby grandaunt like a third person. A stranger. Swollen. Noxious.

Most everybody had made at least one bad, drunken decision in their lives. Called an ex at two in the morning. Or perhaps has a little too much to drink on a second date and wept inconsolably while revealing how simply damaged one was, while nonetheless retaining an uncommonly large capacity for love. That kind of thing was, while regrettable, at least comprehensible. But waking up with someone generationally inappropriate, like your grandfather's best buddy?

Saying just the right thing after a considerable, awkward pause is far less effective than saying the wrong thing with perfect timing. I'm telling you.

It's not such a huge deal when this happens at a 7-Eleven. It's pretty huge, though, when you spend the entire job interview trying not to come across like a box of hair and you come across like a box of hair.

When Group is over, we all pile into the same elevator and nobody says a word. That's the strange thing about elevators, it's like they have this power to silence you. I've just been in group therapy where people will reveal the most intimate details of their lives to complete strangers, yet in the elevator nobody can say a word.

And that was my first clue that Dennis was of superior mental health. He had no reason to try and mask his awkwardness with a stoic face, no need to pretend to be blasé.

One female magnifican, who hardly ever dropped in on us, for some unknown reason took a shine to me and once, after downing Lord knows how many mugs of mineral oil, whispered: "Thou art cute. Wilt have me? Let us hyen to my hous, our-selven ther for to up-hooken . . ." I pretended that a sudden cathode discharge had made it impossible for me to hear her words.

McVries seemed not to have heard. These things, they don't even bear the weight of conversation, he said, J.D. Salinger...John Knowles...even James Kirkwood and that guy Don Bredes...they've destroyed being an adolescent, Garraty. If you're a sixteen-year-boy, you can't discuss the pains of adolescent love with any decency anymore. You just come off sounding like fucking Ron Howard with a hardon. McVries laughed a little hysterically.

She went kind of pink and laughed, the kind of laugh you do when you know yo shouldn't be laughing. The kind of laugh that spoke of a conspiracy.

The hardest thing about talking to teenagers, I had discovered, was that whatever you said inevitably came across like something an elderly aunt would say at a wedding.

we laughed awkwardly, in the way British people do when they are experiencing great emotion.

right now." If he had been anybody else I might have hugged him just then, but we were English and he had once been my boss of sorts, so we simply smiled awkwardly at each other. And possibly wished we were somewhere else.

Clark, I've never seen anyone more uncomfortable with a human body than you. You act like it's something radioactive.

Felix ignored her for the entire time she was there, breaking off only to wash his bottom with what seemed like almost insulting enthusiasm.

She abhorred a conversational vacuum.