Quotes About Awkwardness

So, what's up with you and Damian?" Helena asks. "What do you mean?" I can feel the hear of a blush coloring on my cheeks. I can't ever seem to not show how I feel. It's becoming pretty annoying.

Had Simpering Rachel who clutched men's arms at parties in order to repel a competitor for his attentions been there all along? How awful, she thought to herself. How absolutely awful.

Oh, Daisy, it's revolting the way I want to fawn all over him. I'm afraid I'm going to do something dreadfully silly today. Burst into song or something. For God's sake, don't let me.

I definitely understand not entirely fitting in. I think everyone has their own version of feeling out of place and I think one of the great things we have the ability to do is to know it's all right. It's OK to have that awkward phase.

Now I know what it is like to feel like a total idiot.

This whole business of telling the truth just never seems to work without some kind of awkward unpleasantness.

Oh," I said, and my eyes pop open to the fluorescent light of Deborah's office, and no matter how hard I try to push it away and find a way not to believe it, the things I saw do not change. Even in the harsh and ugly light of the office the picture is the same, and even worse, I now see Deb and Jackie staring at me uncertainly, as if they had been watching me urinate on a busy street. "Oh, um," I say. "It's, you know. I just thought of something.

But she wasn't, and here she was again in the middle of a situation that called for fake smiles and bullshitting, two talents that were as alien to her as a Klingon mating dance.

I stood up, too. I felt like I should say something polite to the two feds, but nothing came to me that didn't make me sound like a puerile lick-spittle, so I just nodded and turned for the door.

The real question at this point, and it was an awkward one, was how to tell Deborah that all this was happening because somebody had seen me in flagrante delicto.

She walked to the cupboard, then stopped and folded her hands behind her. "It's private. Do you mind?" she said, and Peter Sissen sped down the stairs, blushing, and after thanking Mr. and Mrs. Lisbon, hurried off to tell us that Lux Lisbon was bleeding between the legs that very instant, while the fish flies made the sky filthy and the streetlamps came on.

Do you work at the grocery store? Then why are you checking me out?

I'm constantly struggling in interviews to engage and finish sentences, because I am being asked personal questions from somebody I don't know.

Hell is being stuck in a lift with Elton John and the Queen Mother.

I was very shy and somewhat awkward. I studied too hard. And to have this exciting dorm life was a whole new thing.

Sometimes I - with comedy, it's like someone liking you in high school. They either do, or they don't. And when they don't, they don't. And that's it. There are no appeals. You show up, and you're like, 'Hi! I'm -' and you stumble, and they're like, 'It's over.'

I wouldn't say I handle attention well. I'd say I stumble over pick-up lines poorly. I'm not good at any of that.

I spent the first fourteen years of my life convinced that my looks were hideous. Adolescence is painful for everyone, I know, but mine was plain weird.

But long sentences often tend to collapse or break down or become opaque or trip over their awkwardness.

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially

Aly put hers on top of mine. "I feel it." I flinched, yanking my hand back. "What happened?" Aly said. "Nothing," I said. "You startled me." Aly narrowed her eyes at me. "You're turning red." "No, I'm not." I turned away. "You . . . said you felt something. What did you feel?" "Warmth," she said. I swallowed. "Warmth?

You have the most infernal habit when anyone says the simplest thing to you, of letting your lower jaw drop and looking like a half-witted sheep staring over a fence.

a nervous, undernourished girl who continually looked down the front of her gown as though there was some sort of construction project going on under her clothes.

i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.