Quotes About Awkward

He looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say "when."

I'm sorry, he muttered. If I... uh, hurt your feelings or something. She glared at him. I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated. His head snapped back on his spine. Well... then. Okaaaaay.

I'd suggest putting your head between your knees, but I think that's physically impossible for you at the moment.

Sir. Several expressions passed over Peabody's face before it went carefully blank. That's a lovely dress, Lieutenant. Are you premiering a new style? Baffled, Eve looked down, then rolled her eyes. Shit. You've seen my tits before. But she set the communicator down and struggled the bodice into place. And may I say, sir, they're quite lovely. Sucking up, Peabody? You bet.

We'll take the laundry in for anal.

Because my patient just sat herself up--and I'm not talking about her raising her torso off the damn pillows. I wasn't there when she did it and I need to see how it happened. Red Sox seemed to stop breathing. What...I'm sorry. What the fuck are you saying. Do I need to reenact it in charades or some shit? I'll pass on that--I so don't need you on your knees in front of me with only a towel on. Which makes two of us. Wait, are you serious? Yeah. I'm really not interested in blowing you, either.

As he stepped forward, it dawned on her that this was a bad idea. If he wanted to talk she should meet him downstairs. After all, he was very male. And she was very naked. And they were now... yup, shut in a bedroom together. Good planning. Excellent work. Maybe she should jump out a window next.

The waitress looked a little awkward. "Is all that for both you and your sister?

Well," Ehlena said awkwardly, "I can answer the question about my favorite color if you like. Might keep things from getting too heavy." Rehv shook himself back into gear. "And what would it be?" Ehlena cleared her throat a little. "My favorite color is…amethyst." Rehv smiled until his cheeks hurt. "I think that's a great color for you to like. A perfect color." -Ehlena & Rehv

Love, he realized, was like the daggers he made in his forge: When you first got one, it was shiny and new and the blade glinted bright in the light. Holding it against your palm, you were full of optimism for what it would be like in the field, and you couldn't wait to try it out. Except those first couple of nights out were usually awkward as you got used to it and it got used to you.

He was a tall, gangly, shy satirist who mumbled to you with his head turned away and always said funny things.

I'm a little bit awkward on Twitter; like, I'm never really sure what to say.

On a typical day, walking down the street, there are a couple of photographers and then there get to be more and more. It's the most awkward thing, because you have to pretend that they're not there and it drives you nuts.

First dates are so awkward and annoying. I think a casual and fun first date with friends is much more fun than a one-on-one typical first date.

The teenage years are ridiculously crucial and hard and, um, awkward.

It's one of my favourite types of comedy, just the awkward moments on camera. For many people, it's unbearable to watch, but I love seeing it when it's done right.

I got caught kissing my dad's ex-girlfriend - at his wedding!

During sex it's perfectly fine to say "YEAH", "YES", and "OH YES", but how awkward would it be if someone kept screaming "YEP"?

All my life, I've been terrible at remembering people's names. I once introduced a friend of mine as Martini. Her name was actually Olive.

The kid hasn't mastered the art of small talk. Every question comes out sounding like part of an interrogation.

A child said to me 'Do you want to see my penis?' and I said 'Maybe when you're older' and his mom said 'What's wrong with you?' so I said 'Okay, show me your penis now I guess

My legs are really long and that's cool apparently, but I'm totally klutzy. I mean, I'm like Bambi. I fall all over myself because I can't control my arms and my really long legs.

I rode an elevator with a guy who was whistling the tune of 'this is the song that never ends'. Putting that on me? Come on dude...

I'm definitely on the spectrum of socially awkward.