Quotes About Embarrassment

Yup--nothing like asking about bull sperm to shut down a conversational exchange.

It's an embarrassing fact that we are more afraid of embarrassment than a host of other discomforts, but it isn't less true for all that. How often have you refrained from voicing hope or indignation for fear of being dismissed as childish? Oddly enough, that fear is adolescent, born of a time when few things feel worse than being regarded as a less grown-up than your peers.

And aside from that kiss—awkward and way too…slobbery—things were going all right.

then sensing her self-consciousness

I caught sight of Fraser in a pair of tight black Speedos. Ugh. Did he have a permit to carry that thing in public?

But her chief emotion was pity: for father's embarrassment at having to tell her this, for the staggerings of a man obliged, even for a little time, to throw away the crutches of untruth.

Caroline listened to herself with rising mortification: if it were possible to blabber worse nonsense, she could not see how

Mrs. Woodfield chuckled. "You can't seem to keep your foot out of your mouth, Winston. I do hope your shoe leather is tasty.

Nurse! Nurse!" A teacher came running in, dragging a boy with her. "A student cut his finger!" "It's just a paper cut," the kid said. "Jeez." "We have a bleeder! We have a bleeder!" the nurse announced dramatically. "Everyone to a cot!" The kid looked embarrassed but otherwise fine. I, on the other hand, was embarrassed and not fine.

So sorry. Sit down in the seat of shame between your parents. Hee.

Blake looked around and gulped. He'd forgotten about the mess on the floor. Chamber pot shards, his shaving kit, a towel or two... "I... ah..." It seemed to him that it was far easier to lie for the sake of national security than it was to his older sister. "Is that a bar of soap stuck to the wall?" Penelope asked. "Um... yes, it appears to be.

She grimaced. Her mother and father were probably giggling and whispering and ducking into a darkened corner. Good heavens. It was downright embarrassing.

There were a thousand ways to make an idiot of oneself, with new opportunities arising every day. It was exhausting trying to avoid them all.

I get embarrassed saying what I do. If you're chatting to a cabbie, and they don't know you're an actor, I cringe because it's always coupled with the inevitable, 'So, what have I seen you in?' And you're left reciting your CV.

It fascinates me that there's this instinct to blame something else when you're embarrassed or caught.

The word 'embarrassing' is an insulting word, to tell you the truth.

Her time on Twin Moons was really getting off to a great start. She hadn't even been awake for one whole morning and she'd already given a peep show to strangers and eaten a whole bowl full of horny fruit by mistake. What the hell was she going to do tonight?

Admitting that Katie had taken too much blood was on par with saying an adult human had pooped their pants or eaten their own boogers!

When I realized I was having trouble reading, I was too embarrassed to ask for help. Some teachers believed in me, but I just wasn't focused on school - I was into the music and trying to please my dad.

Mom's hands flew to her mouth. Dada smiled, all of his beautiful white teeth with the gap in the middle sparkling at me from across the room. I gasped, and when I tried to speak the only thing that came out was a big, loud burp! Mom looked horrified. Dada turned away to keep from laughing out loud. I was so embarrassed. Had Bob heard that through the phone? "Whoa," came through the speaker. "That was one big, healthy belch." Yep, he heard. "So

Chic Murray once told me, he fell in the street, and a woman said to him, 'Did you fall?' He said, 'No, I'm trying to break a bar of chocolate in my back pocket.

And we took off-whoosh-into the night. Through the clouds, we hurtled up into the sky. And this man farted. I will never forget it as long as I live. Not only was it the worst fart, it was the longest. Maybe, it was the position he was in, he had squeezed his ass all up. But he was kinda leanin over and pointing his ass up toward me. And it made the strangest noise. It was like cloth tearing.

He got down on one knee and begged Nikky's forgiveness while everyone in the office gathered around laughing and clapping—it was so cute—and really, you know, that's what it took with Nikky! My own hands clapped mechanically, but I thought What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck . . . this, again, directed at me rather than them. I

I said I looked like a dork and she said that was true, but there was something classic about my dorkiness. I was so open and my awkwardness and embarrassment were so clear and understandable. I was extremely watchable.