Quotes About Awkwardness

I'm quite shy, so if there's a guy I like, I actually ignore him because I can't speak to him. I get all red and sweaty, and it's embarrassing.

Nice tights," I snorted. Or I tried to snort, anyway. I'm not exactly sure how, though people in books are always doing it.

Some feeling had started in my stomach and was traveling up to my face, and I knew that when it got there I would turn bright red and hear the ocean, which is what happens when I get put on the spot. If I don't cry, I turn red and hear the ocean. It's a lose-lose situation.

As they ate, Morgan eyed the man sitting across from her. A while ago they'd been in the sleeping bag together and that hadn't worked out too well. Now they were sitting facing each other, and she didn't think that was much better.

She marched across to his desk, extended a hand, and told him cordially, "You look exactly right! Just as I thought! I would—" She broke it off because she was getting a deep freeze. He had moved no muscle, and the expression on his face, while not belligerent, was certainly not cordial. She drew back. He spoke. "I don't shake hands with you because you might later think it an imposition. We'll see. Sit down, Miss Eads.

I was between A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy, A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.

Before I could figure out how to apologize for being such an idiot, she tackled me with a hug, then pulled away just as quickly. I'm glad you're not a guinea pig. Me, too. I hoped my face wasn't as red as it felt.

Do you always try to kill people when they blow their nose?

And flash him!" Annabeth's face reddened. "That came out wrong. But yeah, good idea.

One speaker after another used to start his presentation coyly by saying, "Lady and gentlemen," or "Gentlemen and Mrs. Graham," always with slight giggles or snickers.

I remember Laura was demonstrating to me an especially disgusting way of blowing your nose for when you really wanted to put off a boy.

Derek looked around, like he was searching for something to use. Then he stripped off his shirt. I tried not to look away. Not that he looked bad without his shirt. The opposite, actually, which is why...Let's just say friends are really better when they're fully clothed.

She hasn't been on a date in six months,' Derek rumbled behind us. 'No offense, but as long as you aren't related to her, you're fair game. Hell, even-' Tori spun on him. 'I didn't know.

Just relax," he said, his breath hot against my ear. His hand slid to rest against my hip. He stayed bent over my shoulder, as if trying to see through the slats in the door, his breath ruffling my hair. When I shifted, he put his other hand on my other hip. I shifted again. "Stop squirming," he said. "I didn't wear my steel-toed boots." I stepped off his foot. "Sorry.

When I inched closer, not wanting to intrude, he tugged me in front of him and I stumbled, half falling onto his lap. I tried to scramble up, cheeks burning, but he pulled me down onto his knee, one arm going around my waist, tentative, as if to say Is this okay? It was, even if my blood pounded in my ears so hard I couldn't think.

I was in the Tillsons' bathroom, still dressed, starting the shower, when I heard a faint click, and I wheeled to see Rafe coming in, holding a card he'd used to pop the lock. His free hand covered his eyes. "Excuse--" I began. "Oh, sorry. Didn't know you were in here," he said, his hand still over his eyes as he frantically motioned, apparently trying to stop me from stating the obvious--that he'd broken in and knew full well I was here.

When people are perfectly polite, it usually means they don't really care. A little awkwardness is more sincere.

We have done but greenly,In hugger-mugger to inter him.

The last time I was inside a woman was when I went to the Statue of Liberty.

and you smile back and try not to think about the fact that you have nothing, absolutely nothing, to say to each other.

Well I've fucked the olives. Not literally I might hasten to add!

The last girl I went out with blew me off. Now I call her with lame excuses to see her, "Hey, did I leave a penny over there?"

As she took each step a little bubble of wind puffed out of her saggy bottom. It sounded like a duck quacking. Either she didn't realise or was extremely good at pretending she didn't realise.

You are playing Hamlet in William Shakespeare's play at school and halfway through the 'To be or not to be …' speech your Auntie rushes up from the audience, spits on a tissue and wipes your face with it? You take off your trainers after games and the smell of mouldy cheese is so bad the entire school has to be closed down for a week to be de-fumigated? At lunchtime in the dining hall you overdose on baked beans and you do a blow-off that lasts all afternoon?