Quotes About Awkwardness

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.

You see, I am not very good in company. I am clumsy. I am shy. [...] I always say the wrong thing. I upset water jugs. I am unlucky." "We all do these things when we are young. The poise, the savoir faire , comes later.

Lawrence arrossì, imbarazzato, poi sorrise. Un uomo innamorato è sempre uno spettacolo penoso.

She breathed an enormous sigh, looked at Poirot, Looked away, and suddenly blurted out, "You're too old. Nobody told me you were so old. I really don't want to be rude but - there it is. You're too old. I'm really sorry." She turned abruptly and blundered out of the room, rather like a desperate moth in lamplight. Poirot, his mouth open, heard the bang of the front door. He ejaculated: "Non d'un nom d'un nom...

There just didn't seem anyone else who could have done it. I thought perhaps he'd gone a little mad." "Did he ever seem to you a little—what shall I say—queer?" "Oh no. Not queer in that way. He was just shy and awkward as anyone might be. The truth was, he didn't make the best of himself. He hadn't confidence in himself.

Everyone looked at each other. Somehow—nobody quite knew what to say. 'All rot, of course,' said Ronnie with an uneasy laugh.

Gabe!" she calls. "Dr. Gabe." He looks at her blankly "Don't you know me? You're my OB-GYN." Gabe's eyes move instinctively from her face to her crotch. He stares between her legs for a beat. His face lights up in recognition, as if he has X-ray vision. "Joanne! Sure . . . Joanne. How are you?" Both Joanne and I break up. Gabe blushes. "I see so many women," he says, making it worse.

To all the women that I've offended, I had no intention to be offensive, to violate any physical or emotional space. I was trying to establish personal relationships, but the combination of awkwardness and hubris led to behavior that I think many found offensive.

I went through a really dorky phase.

I think everyone has their awkward phases. Growing up isn't easy for everyone. I definitely had my awkward moments.

It's like those high-school yearbook photos that everyone would rather not see: Oh my God, look at that mullet hair. I have those photos too, but for me, they're, like, entire movies. And they show them on cable.

I'm not good with pickup lines or flirting. I don't have that kind of self-confidence or natural charisma.

I love my fan base because they never high-five me; they always get really shifty and hide. Adam Sandler's fan base are like, 'Hey!' and high-five him and want to hang out, but mine go behind pillars and get really freaked out.

Many people see the chance to eat something for nothing, without the need to cook or wash up, as the great consolation of going out to dinner. But they forget quite how difficult it is to talk to a stranger and eat at the same time.

Your very presence makes other people feel awkward. You stand out when in fact you'd rather not.

I didn't mean play with you exactly," I said. "I meant…you know, keep you company so you don't feel awkward…you know, like I exercised with you." "I'll be okay alone in the backyard." He stepped off the treadmill. "I'm going to go shower." He waited a heartbeat, like he expected me to say I'd be happy to keep him company in the shower, too. Fortunately, my brain finally kicked in, and I kept my mouth shut.

Of course, there were no paper towels to clean up with…just hand dryers. I rubbed my wet fingers over the ice cream, creating a big wet spot right in the center of my chest. Oh, yeah, beauty and poise contest, here I come.

Thanks a lot, Allie." I grimaced not for the first time at the realization that he couldn't remember my name, then I decided I was definitely over the guy. "You're welcome, Bart." "Brad." "Kate." "Huh?" I wanted to laugh. "I'm Kate.

I can't tell him anything personal or important. I especially can't tell him anything like 'I think your roommate is God's gift to girls.' He'd make my life impossible.

Floyd and Lloyd, his uncles by marriage, never spoke to each other. They were men of zero words to anyone, ever. They were men who lay watching TV, making women and children feel skittish and in trouble for existing.

What shy, awkward bookworm alive could have resisted that, when the cutest boy she'd ever met in real life was so sweet to her?" He didn't want to be sweet right now.

God may forgive sins, he said, but awkwardness has no forgiveness in heaven or earth

What's nice about having kids close to the age they're playing is that you can actually capture awkwardness.

I hate dinner parties, you know, can't stand them. Friends don't bother inviting me any more, because they know I won't come. I could never think of anything to say between courses - it's a confidence thing, I suppose.