Quotes About Awkward

Awkward. That's exactly how it was when we walked over to our sister and stood on each side of her, looking at her and feeling things and not knowing what to do.

I love the laughter of this night. Our footsteps run, and I don't want them to end. I want to run and laugh and feel like this forever. I want to avoid any awkward moment when the realness of reality sticks its fork into our flesh, leaving us standing there, together. I want to stay here, in this moment, and never go to other places, where we don't know what to say or what to do. For now, just let us run. We run straight through the laughter of the night.

In London, too, there's always someone dropping in, but not here - it's too awkward a place to get to. I like people to come and stay. I'm not anti-social; I'm just unsocial.

The silence sat between grandniece and baby grandaunt like a third person. A stranger. Swollen. Noxious.

I sank into my seat, my face hot.

Adam had smiled at him and Max had smiled back. And then they both just stood there in that awkward silence that happens when two people are attracted to each other but don't know what to do about it because they are strangers.

You exposed your penis on national television, Max. What am I supposed to do? I didn't expose it, Howard, it just sort of peeked out.

It didn't work. He still had wool in his teeth. I couldn't make love to him. He had bone fragments and wool in his incisors, you know?" "Yeah, sheep remnants would be a major mood killer," Trinity agreed

A lot of parents make you feel very awkward when you meet them.

When meeting royalty, it is very important, no matter how excited you are, not to vomit on them. Instead, vomit on the nearest commoner.

I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything awkward and imperfect, because that's natural and that's real.

Oh, lighten up, Clark. I'm the one having scalding hot air directed at my genitals.

Felix ignored her for the entire time she was there, breaking off only to wash his bottom with what seemed like almost insulting enthusiasm.

She went kind of pink and laughed, the kind of laugh you do when you know you shouldn't be laughing. The kind of laugh that spoke of a conspiracy.

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to feel properly awkward, I felt Will

When they reached her door, Clay leaned in for a kiss, and Swint closed her eyes to give him one back. Then came a series of loud thudding sounds—and no kiss. When Swint opened her eyes, Clay was lying on the ground at the foot of the stairs in a tangle of long arms and legs. Clay had fainted. From the bottom of the stairs, he looked up sheepishly at Swint. "Ain't nobody gonna believe this," he said

George,' I croaked, 'are you okay?' 'No. Someone's buttocks are flattening my foot.' I shifted my position irritably.

Who does not dislike a "boneless" hand extended as though it were a spray of sea-weed, or a miniature boiled pudding?

You know on TV when there's one of those awkward, shocking moments and all you hear are the crickets in the background? Well chirp fucking chirp...this is one of those moments.

It's these darn barbecues. It's so hard to stand and hold on to a plate full of food, a drink and your dignity at the same time

I was at a bar nursing a beer. My nipple was getting quite soggy.

We can see and feel the waste of material things. Awkward, inefficient, or ill-directed movements of men, however, leave nothing visible or tangible behind them. Their appreciation calls for an act of memory, an effort of the imagination.

I'm Jessica Proot," I said, self-consciously releasing her hand. "Dzhesica?" she savored the awkward name doubtfully. "I call you Lapochka, for small." "What does it mean?" I asked. "Means: hand of cat." "Of cat?