Quotes About Flustered

What a charming man," I said. "I do not like him." "Bertrand, it's a little early in our friendship to be jealous." Bertrand looked flustered. "I did not mean that… Not only that, en tout cas." "Don't worry." I leaned forward and whispered, "My cock is all yours.

For an instant his mind went completely blank as all the blood left his head at the image.

He blushed a little.

What in the world are you thinking?" She sounded pretty flustered. "I try not to think," Leo admitted. "It interferes with being nuts. Just concentrate on moving that Celestial bronze. Echo, you ready?

It is not a look of horror, consternation, or even distress. More often than not, the last visage of a murdered man resembles that of a flustered schoolchild to whom the logic of a simple equation has just been revealed.

She took my hands and helped me up, looking as though she might even kiss me, until she remembered we had an audience. Flustered, she stepped back and crossed her arms in an attempt to look professional. Eddie and Marcus looked amused by all of this. Neil, oddly, looked intrigued as he glanced back and forth between Sydney and me.

Please remember that we deal always with probabilities, not certitudes, and you will not get too flustered as we proceed to the next twist in Quantum Psychology's kinky yellow brick road.

So I've seen my boys do that a hundred times with the neighboring pixy girls. Give her their favorite seed and be too flustered to tell her what it was.

My pulse slowed, and as Jenks charmed the ladies behind the counter into flustered goo, I tried to look cool and professional among the plastic toys and paper hats. It wasn't going to happen, so I tried for dangerous. I think I managed cranky...

How long have you had visions?" His matter-of-fact question flustered me. "I don't . . . I'm not . . . how can you talk about this so—so calmly?" "I had a cousin who could read the future in coffee grinds. My grandmother could predict hurricanes a month in advance.

Idiotic reply, June. Why don't you punch him in the face while you're at it. I turn even more flustered when I remember that I have actually pistol-whipped him in the face before. Romantic

I'm pretty sure I at least said hello." Teasingly he says, "No, I'm pretty sure you didn't." He's right: I didn't. I was too flustered. Kind of like right now. IT must be that distance between knowing someone when you were a kid and seeing them now that you're both more grown-up, but still not all the way grown-up, and there are all these years and letters in between you, and you don't know how to act.

I always respected Neil Armstrong highly. He was probably the coolest under pressure of anyone I ever had the privilege of flying with. I never saw him flustered.

It is doubtful if, at any time in her life, anyone had sung directly at Miss Pottinger, and she was flustered in a region of her being from which she had had no messages for many years.

She was flustered; he could see it in the way she kept twisting her fingers together. Did she think he was going to throw her down on the seat and rape her? After all, he was a renegade Indian, and capable of anything. Then again, the way she looked, maybe this was the most excitement she'd ever had.

His voice was affectionate but also flustered, like that of a child who had no idea what to do.

I'm a basket case. Yeah, you know, I put my foot in my mouth more than I speak properly.

I suppose I am one of life's naturally clumsy people; I don't drop stuff all the time, or break things, but I'm just generally a bit flustered.

Hot and bothered.

Sundown…you don't understand. It's–" – Andy "I get it, kid. Case you haven't noticed, Dark-Hunters are on almost as many menus as humans are. Having something trying to kill us is about normal. Now, why you more flustered than a preacher in a whorehouse?" – Sundown

You don't often see Bobby Kelleher completely flustered, but he was that time.

Sherlock Holmes had opened his mouth to reply, when the door flew open, and Peterson, the commissionaire, rushed into the apartment with flushed cheeks and the face of a man who is dazed with astonishment. "The goose, Mr. Holmes! The goose, sir!" he gasped. "Eh? What of it, then? Has it returned to life and flapped off through the kitchen window?" Holmes twisted himself round upon the sofa to get a fairer view of the man's excited face.

Oh—go on, I'll take a breath or two—I don't know where I am, I'm all at sea." He

discombobulated.