Quotes About Embarrassment

Ethan groaned in embarrassment. "Oh my god, what was that? I sounded like a total chode." It was his new favorite word for someone who was a jerk. I had to look it up in the Urban Dictionary.

His POV: Angela lies beneath us, embarrassed and vulnerable. This is not the mythically carnal creature of Lester's fantasies; this is a nervous child.

On VIDEO: We zoom toward her as she takes off her bra clumsily. She's obviously embarrassed, but she's gone this far and there's no turning back. She stands there with her breasts exposed, trying to look defiant, but she's achingly vulnerable…

Most software is used in a business context, so most victims of bad interaction are paid for their suffering. Their job forces them to use software, so they cannot choose not to use it—they can only tolerate it as well as they can. They are forced to submerge their frustration and to ignore the embarrassment they feel when the software makes them feel stupid.

Gabe!" she calls. "Dr. Gabe." He looks at her blankly "Don't you know me? You're my OB-GYN." Gabe's eyes move instinctively from her face to her crotch. He stares between her legs for a beat. His face lights up in recognition, as if he has X-ray vision. "Joanne! Sure . . . Joanne. How are you?" Both Joanne and I break up. Gabe blushes. "I see so many women," he says, making it worse.

It was all Ray could do not to pee his green pants.

Near Weinheberplatz, Auden swerves down a side road with a smaller marker that says Audenstrasse. Only when the visitor remarks on it does Auden say, with unfeigned embarrassment: "The Gemeinde (township) really shouldn't have done it. I don't have the bad manners to tell them how much I detest it, but I don't have the nerve to thank them for it either. The name Hinterholz is so much better.

I got confused. I thought it was a K.Y. scare, so I bought 2000 jars of personal lubricant. I still have some.

I went through a phase where I thought it was really funny to make pratfalls in very crowded places. I jumped out of a moving car once, for a laugh. That was a mistake.

It's like those high-school yearbook photos that everyone would rather not see: Oh my God, look at that mullet hair. I have those photos too, but for me, they're, like, entire movies. And they show them on cable.

I go up to people and ask if I can use them in my photos. Occasionally it is the person in question, as happened with James Hewitt. How embarrassing. He just laughed and said, 'You can't afford me.'

I can't go to sleep on a train anymore because people take photos of me. You know, dribbling. It's a bit embarrassing. I go to sleep with my collar up.

I often feel a discomfort, a kind of embarrassment, when I explain elementary-particle physics to laypeople. It all seems so arbitrary - the ridiculous collection of fundamental particles, the lack of pattern to their masses.

Early on, I found the attention completely embarrassing. I'd cringe if I saw my picture on the cover of a magazine.

I used to make fun of my friends who had BlackBerries. And I know that the expression CrackBerry has been going around, but now I fully understand it. I'm actually addicted to a piece of machinery, and that's really embarrassing.

When I was in high school, I earned the pimple award and every other gross-out award.

Once I got beat by Mayweather I felt so ashamed. I cancelled all my functions, all my appearances, I didn't want to walk down the street. I was too embarrassed to even go and have a pint with my mates.

It's fun to see a lot of the crowd become embarrassed. You're kind of watching them almost wanting to not watch the screen, but they have to because it's so compelling!

I couldn't fart in an elevator without people wanting to sue me.

I actually fell down the steps on 'Ninja Warrior.'

For some reason, I skipped the original 'Star Wars.' I don't know why, and I'm very embarrassed.

Of course, there were no paper towels to clean up with…just hand dryers. I rubbed my wet fingers over the ice cream, creating a big wet spot right in the center of my chest. Oh, yeah, beauty and poise contest, here I come.

Without another word, she hurried up the stairs. I hoped Jason had locked the bathroom door. Knowing Tiffany, she was hoping for an "accidental" locker room preview. Oops, sorry! Thought this was my bathroom. I'm always confusing the left side of the hallway with the right. Silly me.

Shame-shame.