Quotes About Embarrassment

Note to self: never eat garlic before a fashion show because everyone greets you with a kiss on both cheeks.

My first role was an angel in the nursery nativity. I spotted my mum halfway through and shouted over someone else's lines to ask if she liked my costume. I've learnt not to do that now.

My mind, my logical, practical, reasoning mind, is peeing in his mind pants.

It also makes you fart," said John Paul. "Constantly." "Frequently would be the more accurate term," said Peter. "And it's sweet of you to care." "We're just looking out for your image," said Theresa. "I only fart when I'm alone." "Since he does it in front of us," said John Paul to Theresa, "what exactly does that make us?

You just say what you think will hurt me and make me embarrassed to spend time with Bizzy." "I know how men think," said Mother. "And you're a man. You'd be pretty worthless as a man if you didn't think that way.

Man who fart in church, sit in pew.

If you dont like to be laughed at dont fall on your ass, said Rawlins.

Maybe life isn't about the absence of embarrassment, it's about the mastery of embarrassment.

I'm sorry I hurt your hand...with my face. -Bobby Pendragon

At Boston Macworld, as Gates discusses their deal: "That was my worst and stupidest staging event ever. It made me look small.

Other people's devotions embarrassed me, perhaps because, like other people's kisses, they rarely looked genuine when viewed too closely.

Kit [Carson Kitteridge] watched me for a few moments before saying, That was some impressive killing you did. Naked too. I hope I didn't embarrass Office Palmer. She said that after all she heard about you she thought your johnson would be bigger. Tell her that the air conditioner was on.

It was beyond embarrassing or humiliating or even mortifying. It was ego-slaying!

Julie always tried to stand beside me, or talk to me, or in some other way mortify me.

If you were in love with her, that would be one thing. Love is something to be afraid of, but this, this is embarrassing.

El que todavía estaba avergonzado por sostener mi mano dos días antes de entrar a segundo grado. El que todavía era demasiado tímido para decir mucho más que hola. El que todavía estaba caminando por ahí con mi primer beso.

That has to be the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me in my whole life.

OMG YOU GUYS it has come to my attention that SOMEONE on the internet is saying that my fictional 19th century zombies are NOT SCIENTIFICALLY SOUND. Naturally, I am crushed. To think, IF ONLY I'd consulted with a zombologist or two before sitting down to write, I could've avoided ALL THIS EMBARRASSMENT.

After all these years, it's still embarrassing for me to play on the American golf tour. Like the time I asked my caddie for a sand wedge and he came back ten minutes later with a ham on rye.

He said, "You misunderstand. We did not kill the nuggies and the other folk hereabouts. They see us, and then they commonly die." "Of what?" I asked. "Of embarrassment.

Are you all right?" he said.Water dripped down his face and long nose. He's talking to you! her mind yelled. He's talking to you! Say something clever! Say something clever! Azalea said, "Mffloscoflphus?" "The water is rather cold," he said. He pulled her to the bank. Azalea chattered and shivered and coughed, and he continued asking her if she was all right. She wasn't.She was morbidly embarrassed,that's what she was.

We still have your watch.You can have it back tonight.All you need to do is sneak up after dinner, set the tower, and flee the country. Agreed? Azalea burned with embarrassment as Bramble folded the napkin around the pencil and passed it to Lord Bradford with the rolls. Lord Bradford took it and unfolded it in his lap.His dark eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch. Then he folded the napkin and placed it under his plate. Bramble's yellow-green eyes narrowed.

Gym should be illegal. It's humiliating.

We must not allow embarrassment to distract attention from elements that make us uncomfortable. Disgust and dread are the sorts of feelings we frequently marshal to conceal deeper layers of our psyche.