Quotes About Awkwardness

Like many shy people, once he began talking he seemed not to know how to stop; he lacked the social sleight of hand to change the subject, and he had no idea how to engage another person. Like a runaway vehicle, he plunged on, heedless.

Dr. Oakley was shaking his head, visibly nervous, frowning at the report in his fingers. He was a man whose courtly, warmly gracious manner could sometimes shade into awkwardness. He was an old-style general practitioner of an era that preceded what he perceived as trendy psychologies, therapies.

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They will put that on my gravestone. 'Here lies Tinker, her heart was in the right place, but her foot was in her mouth and god knows where her brain went.

Can I help it if my thumbs are too big for that tiny keypad?" "You should have been in Atlanta right after she got her iPhone and texted all of us her plans to 'masterbate penis primavera,

She waited for one of them to say something that might facilitate a more in-depth conversation, something that might bridge the distance between them; but neither man spoke.

The last time you gave me 'Hightower detail' he caught me with his underwear in my hands." "I'm sorry I missed that." Nicole's voice rang with suppressed laughter. "We're all sorry we missed that," Deirdre added. "I can't tell you how much I wish I'd missed that," Maddie said drily.

LEO: We're the last to leave. BARKEEP: Ahuhrumhuh...koff, koff, humn... LEO: Do you think he wants us to leave? KAREN: No, no, probably just a bit of sarcasm gone down the wrong way.

In his bedroom, Barry looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn't, it has to be said, entirely comfortable in the suit. Peevish had helped him put it on, which had felt a little weird as his mum and dad hadn't helped him dress for a long time. But then again he didn't normally wear suits. And certainly not shirts with cufflinks. And bow ties. Well, he had once worn a bow tie, to a party of

Why would you even want those nasty things on your head?" Misty asked. "You do realize where that's been, right? Covering up the Toad's nether regions?

All Sera could do was shake her head. "Please understand, Dak. The only reason the older me is walking so close to the older you is because there's not a whole lot else to choose from." "Whatever you say," Dak told her. "Come here, let's hook our arms together and see if it's a good fit." "Gross," Sera said. "I'd rather make out with my dog.

It didn't look like a meeting of Boy Scout Troop #67, if you know what I mean. Yeesh, teenagers.

Linda tousled his hair. "What about us girls?" Jason blushed. "You know what I meant." "I know." Linda leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks." Jason turned an uncomfortable shade of purple.

It seemed the best thing was just to come right out and say it. You know, I said, I'm really not attracted to you. I mean, not that- Isn't that interesting, he said coolly. I'm really not attracted to you, either. But- You were there.

Our large age difference made us shy with each other; there was a formality, a generational reserve;

What'll Geoffrey do when you pull off your First, my child? demanded Miss Haydock. Well, Eve -- it will be awkward if I do that. Poor lamb! I shall have to make him believe I only did it by looking fragile and pathetic at the viva.

He spoke in a series of gruff barks, and held himself so rigidly that if he had swallowed a poker it could only have produced unseemly curves and flexions in his figure.

All I have to be thankful for in this world is that I was sitting down when my garter busted.

Having not said anything the first time, it was somehow even more difficult to broach the subject the second time around.

Goosnargh, said Ford Prefect, which was a special Betelgeusian word he used when he knew he should say something but didn't know what it should be.

The party and the Krikkit warship looked, in their writhings, a little like two ducks, one of which is trying to make a third duck inside the second duck, whilst the second duck is trying very hard to explain that it doesn't feel ready for a third duck right now, is uncertain that it would want any putative third duck anyway, and certainly not whilst it, the second duck, was busy flying.

CLUN (n.) A leg which has gone to sleep and has to be hauled around after you.

Well, you look well on it.' `I feel well. You look well.' `I'm well. I'm very well.' `Well, that's good.' `Yes.' `Good.' `Good.' `Nice of you to drop in.' `Thanks.' `Well,' said Arthur, casting around himself. Astounding how hard it was to think of anything to say to someone after all this time.

In the years since then, Richard had run into Dirk from time to time and had usually been greeted with that kind of guarded half smile that wants to know if you think it owes you money before it blossoms into one that hopes you will lend it some.