Quotes About Awkwardness

And Mom? You're a good girl. Thank you. That's very sweet of you, Chuck Though what I was really thinking was: This is too fucking weird.

I was so shy, I didn't have friends 'til 16 or something.

I didn't have a boyfriend until I was 17. There were boys at school that I would find out later had a crush on me but I was too shy to talk to them.

As a shy kid growing up in Sheffield, I fantasized about how it would be great to be famous so I wouldn't actually have to talk to people and feel awkward. And of course, as we all know from fairy stories, when you achieve that ambition, you find out you don't want it.

I'm very shy and awkward. I think the best thing is to embrace it. It's about accepting who you are and what you want to become and knowing all that you've got to work with, whether it's good or bad. My music was the only place I could be me for the longest time.

I could be myself. I'm very shy and awkward. I think the best thing is to embrace it.

I'm very shy and awkward; I can't have a normal conversation, and then people think I'm being a bit rude, but really I'm not.

I was a shy kid. I was awkward. I was picked on.

I am shy and self-conscious and awkward, so I think that's why I became a writer.

I am a very shy person, hence it feels awkward to approach people.

Shyness displays itself differently in me. I think it's more an awkwardness.

My first interview at 'SI,' I sat in silence next to Guy LaFleur for five minutes on the New York Rangers team bus until he finally broke the ice. Those early interviews, every one of them was like a terrible first date.

Lots of people aren't comfortable with silences. They feel they've got to fill the dead air.

If you don't have anything nice to say... dead silence creates a lot awkwardness.

Yup--nothing like asking about bull sperm to shut down a conversational exchange.

It's Maya," Phoebe said. Zane turned and followed her gaze. "Just perfect," he muttered as his ex-stepsister walked toward them. "You're looking grim, Zane," Maya said cheerfully when she joined them. "Who died?" She smiled. "Oh, I forgot. You're just being your usual charming self." She squeezed his arm. "You've missed me, I know." Zane's eyes narrowed. "Like foot fungus.

And aside from that kiss—awkward and way too…slobbery—things were going all right.

Mr. Norrell gazed at Strange with an odd expression upon his face as though he would have been glad of a little conversation with him, but had not the least idea how to begin.

I thought again how odd it was to be on formal terms with someone you had once permitted to lick your ears.

Mrs. Woodfield chuckled. "You can't seem to keep your foot out of your mouth, Winston. I do hope your shoe leather is tasty.

This was killing her. She had to break the silence. This was not natural. It was too awful. People were meant to talk.

She grimaced. Her mother and father were probably giggling and whispering and ducking into a darkened corner. Good heavens. It was downright embarrassing.

At any rate," she prattled on, awkwardness making her words run together, "I really can't get up to get my clothing, and my dressing gown appears to be just out of reach. I'm not exactly certain how this is so, but it is, so perhaps you ought to get up first, as I've already seen you—" "Henry?" "Yes?" "Shut up.

Anthony glared at his brother, then for good measure at Miss Sheffield, who was looking at him as if he'd just despoiled ten virgins in her presence.