Quotes About Awkwardness

After discovering him in his threesome, I spent the next two weeks in bed suffering from a severe case of vagina elbow. It's a condition not unlike tennis elbow, but you get it from masturbating.

Not everybody has their first kiss in front of 200 extras and their mom.

Kids have awkward moments.

The more real it is, the funnier it is. The more awkward it is, the more people are stumbly, the funnier it is. I like a sharp joke, but it has to say something that someone would actually say.

Shanksing across that country you stick out like a rat on a birthday cake.

thought this uproariously funny, but no one laughed.

There was no dignified way to answer a question about your underwear.

All of us--all who knew her--felt so wholesome after we cleaned ourselves on her. We were so beautiful when we stood astride her ugliness. Her simplicity decorated us, her guilt sanctified us, her pain made us glow with health, her awkwardness made us think we had a sense of humor. Her inarticulateness made us believe we were eloquent. Her poverty kept us generous. Even her waking dreams we used--to silence our own nightmares.

We were so beautiful when we stood astride her ugliness. Her simplicity decorated us, her guilt sanctified us, her pain make us glow with health, her awkwardness made us think we had a sense of humour. Her inarticulateness made us believe we were eloquent. Her poverty kept us generous...We honed our egos on her, padded our characters with her frailty...

We were so beautiful when we stood astride her ugliness. Her simplicity decorated us, her guilt sanctified us, her pain made us glow with health, her awkwardness made us think we had a sense of humor. Her inarticulateness made us believe we were eloquent. Her poverty kept us generous.

You turned red all over, Finn," Aiden said helpfully. "So did Teagan. As red as Kool-Aid." The back of Finn's neck went from pink lemonade to Blastin' Berry Cherry. "Yeah," Aiden said. "Like that." "I don't want to talk about it," Finn said.

Everyone stopped talking and turned to her except Rider, who proceeded to shatter his teacup with his fork.

today. Stephanie hadn't known how to respond to it.

What the devil are you doing here? (Morgan) I am sitting in a most uncomfortable chair. (Serenity)

Okay, we get it, Jodi-with-an-i," I said, smiling pleasantly up at her. "You have an adorable son and are still quite available. Dennis, however, is with me. If you would just take your boobs out of my boyfriend's face, I would deeply appreciate it.

Karigan," Alton said. "I would . . . I . . . well, it would please me . . . What I want to say . . ." One moment he was speaking as a polished aristocrat should, the next he couldn't speak at all.

The child who feels uncomfortable in his own skin may have poor motor planning, or dyspraxia. He may move awkwardly and have difficulty planning and organizing his movements. Thus, he may shun the very activities that would improve his praxis.

Be very careful what you say. Daddy's being very strange about pussies at the moment.' Orla

How gratifying it is to amuse. How easy it gets to toss off a witticism to ease any awkwardness, to sidestep any solemnity. When you amuse, it even seems, for the briefest possible moment that you are who you appear to be, so clever and confident and at ease.

With Portlandia, I don't think our intention is always to find something funny. Sometimes the humor comes from taking something really seriously. We're okay with making somebody feel uncomfortable or uneasy.

If I'd known about all the masturbating I would generate—well, that would've been extraordinarily weird from many angles and I'm glad it didn't come up, as it were.

I thought for a moment, searching for a funny reply. What to say? Make him laugh! Make him like me! Oh, please make him like me! Then everything will be fine or thereabouts. But no punch lines came to deliver that body blow that would reignite the blaze of his smile. What a jerk I was. I've always been a jerk and always will be. He hates me now and thinks I'm boring and stupid.

He's not my boyfriend." "Ha. That's a good one. I saw you two tonsil surfing out there." I could kill her. "I don't even have tonsils!" "I know that and I bet Nick knows that too, now." She slaps her leg because she's just too funny for words.

Do I need to ask Mr. Colt to move?" She wiggles her lips. "Are we having a little love in the afternoon?" Everybody titters-not laughs, but titters. I can feel my face turning red. "No. No, it's fine. He's fine." "He sure is," mutters some girl with mall bangs at the next table. Her table mate slaps her five.