Awkwardness Quotes

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Laurie Halse Anderson
“It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.”
Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak

Roman Payne
“All forms of madness, bizarre habits, awkwardness in society, general clumsiness, are justified in the person who creates good art.”
Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

Becky Albertalli
“It's funny, because you always think the hard part is meeting someone the first time. It's not. It's the second time, because you've already used up all the obvious topics of conversation. And even if you haven't, it's strange and heavy-handed to introduce random conversational topics at this stage in the game. Hi, Reid. Let's converse about topics. HOW MANY SIBLINGS DO YOU HAVE? WHAT BOOKS DO YOU LIKE?”
Becky Albertalli, The Upside of Unrequited

Lionel Shriver
“The existence of other people is essentially awkward.”
Lionel Shriver, Checker and the Derailleurs

Rick Riordan
“Sam’s body language looked pretty stiff. I was too far away to hear, but I imagined her conversation with Alex was something like:
Sam: Awkward.
Alex: Awkward, awkward.
Sam (nodding): Awkward, awkward, awkward.”
Rick Riordan, The Hammer of Thor

Christopher Hitchens
“Martin is your best friend, isn't he?' a sweet and well-intentioned girl once said when both of us were present: it was the only time I ever felt awkward about this precious idea, which seemed somehow to risk diminishment if it were uttered aloud.”
Christopher Hitchens, Hitch 22: A Memoir

Criss Jami
“Everyone claims to be okay with freedom of religion, but the moment you mention God there is a strange tension that fills the air. If there was a 6th sense, that would be it.”
Criss Jami, Killosophy

Elizabeth Brundage
“Awkward interests me, he said. At least when you are feeling awkward you are always thinking. When you are feeling fabulous, for example, rare occurrence that it may be, you stop thinking altogether. Which gets you into all kinds of trouble. Hence, you are for the better off feeling awkward. Just the sound of it on your tongue. Like chewing on screws.”
Elizabeth Brundage, The Doctor's Wife

Criss Jami
“I'm a lion in a strange land.”
Criss Jami, Venus in Arms

P.G. Wodehouse
“He was one of those earnest, persevering dancers--the kind that have taken twelve correspondence lessons.”
P.G. Wodehouse, The Man With Two Left Feet and Other Stories

Elizabeth Gaskell
“She thought in would be awkward for both to be brought into conscious collision; and fancied that, from her being on a low seat at first, and now standing behind her father, he had overlooked her in his haste. As if he did not feel the consciousness of her presence all over, though his eyes had never rested on her!”
Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

Margaret Atwood
“I’m not used to girls, or familiar with their customs. I feel awkward around them, I don’t know what to say. I know the unspoken rules of boys, but with girls I sense that I am always on the verge of some unforeseen, calamitous blunder.”
Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye

Agatha Christie
“You see, I am not very good in company. I am clumsy. I am shy. [...] I always say the wrong thing. I upset water jugs. I am unlucky."
"We all do these things when we are young. The poise, the savoir faire, comes later.”
Agatha Christie, Murder in Mesopotamia

Jane Seville
“He paused at the bedroom door, shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked right out like it was any other morning, and he and Jack would be having breakfast as if they hadn't had sex the night before.
"Morning," he said, casting a quick glance over his shoulder.
"Mmm," D grunted.
"You done in the bathroom?"
D blinked. No, I jus' took a little breather in the middle a my mornin' beauty ritual ta come out here 'n' chat with ya. A course I'm done.
Jane Seville, Zero at the Bone

Becky Albertalli
“I never really know the protocol for this kind of situation. It's like when you're in line at a store, and a grandma starts telling you all about her grandchildren or her arthritis, and you smile and nod along. But then it's your turn to check out, so you're just like okay, well, good-bye forever.”
Becky Albertalli, The Upside of Unrequited

“I'd violated the primary rule of junior and senior high-- don't get people talking about you too much. This was wearing the brightest shirt on the playground. This was Mom giving you a kiss in the lobby.”
Darin Strauss, Half a Life

Katie Kacvinsky
“It was a little awkward walking behind his mom when, about eight hours ago, I had been rolling around on the floor with her son with my shirt pulled halfway up my back.”
Katie Kacvinsky

Gustave Flaubert
“When we entered a classroom we always tossed our caps on the floor, to free our hands; as soon as we crossed the threshold we would throw them under the bench so hard that they struck the wall and raised a cloud of dust; this was "the way it should be done."

But the new boy either failed to notice this maneuver or was too shy to perform it himself, for he was still holding his cap on his lap at the end of the prayer. It was a head-gear of composite nature, combining elements of the busby, the lancer cap, the round hat, the otter-skin cap and the cotton nightcap--one of those wretched things whose mute ugliness has great depths of expression, like an idiot's face. Egg-shaped and stiffened by whalebone, it began with three rounded bands, followed by alternating diamond-shaped patches of velvet and rabbit fur separated by a red stripe, and finally there was a kind of bag terminating in a cardboard-lined polygon covered with complicated braid. A network of gold wire was attached to the top of this polygon by a long, extremely thin cord, forming a kind of tassel. The cap was new; its visor was shiny.

"Stand up," said the teacher.

He stood up; his cap fell. The whole class began to laugh.

He bent down and picked it up. A boy beside him knocked it down again with his elbow; he picked it up once again.

"Will you please put your helmet away?" said the teacher, a witty man.”
Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

Karl Kristian Flores
“We’retryingtopushthroughthepausesandsithere.Andeach second that goes by proves how much we pathetically want the other person. But we aren’t saying that. It’s like, for example, a first date —both parties are already vulnerable because they showed up. But it’s never said. It's so funny. It’s like when people front so much that the room could literally be on fire and they’d be like “Are you hot?” “No, I’m fine, I’m actually kinda cold,” and then they burn to death, never admitting that their faces are literally melting.”
Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

Karl Kristian Flores
“You see, humans shrunk themselves when talking. Traditionally, one must succumb to the correspondence of politeness and must be careful not to step over anyone’s toes. This meant nodding your head at rather unthoughtful, sporadic moments, raising your voice an octave, and repeating the last few words a person said to assure them that you were respectfully listening. Everyone shrunk, but she kept. If she did not want to listen, Soriah would tell you. If she didn’t know what you were saying, she’d stop you and ask you to repeat yourself. Many people didn’t like that. It was a difficult, naked territory to be in—to be told by someone they weren’t listening to you, but she was a conversational nudist. Soriah withstood the awkwardness of confrontation, the nervousness of acknowledgment, and lived in it, and almost enjoyed it. Even if you tried, no preparation could ever prepare you in a conversation with her. She was point-blank. Her beauty was that of a certain wildness and her choice of conversation was just as predictable as the heartbeat in your chest in which she too controlled.”
Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

Karl Kristian Flores
“The thing about awkward people was that they made so many mistakes, you could make your own around them. They wouldn’t ding you for it. From their presence, you could be yourself around them and simply release. It was strangely relieving being around someone who made you uncomfortable. Not only were they interesting to watch, but you could do just about anything with them. It was as if some bodies were made of an all-purpose fiber that excluded no activity from its nature.”
Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

Karl Kristian Flores
“When you said goodbye earlier, I wish there had been something more. It's too sharp of a turn. Endings are jarring. It doesn’t make any sense. 'Goodbyes' are the oldest thieves around. Because they steal all the credit of a moment. All the good out of a conversation. The lasting impression of goodbyes makes it seem as if no party ever cared to begin with. You know?”
Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

Karl Kristian Flores
“This is the goodbye song.
It doesn’t rhyme but at least we’re singing.
There will be silence between now
And the next time we see each other.
But I like you still, so let us keep.
It really was something and we were this.
Thank you for being you.
You’re welcome for being me.
And now I will say: goodbye. Goodbye!”
Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

Karl Kristian Flores
“When walking into a room, worry not. Everyone else is afraid. People are scared of people who are scared of people.”
Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

Karl Kristian Flores
“Passionate people always protest in airy voices about the significance of having meaningful conversations. “We shall speak to each other with profundity! No time for small talk! I want deeper!” But to be fair, what could possibly come out of thirty seconds in a café? It would be quite uncomfortable if two people were to race and pour their deepest sorrows on the other. Though perhaps the depth is in the trust. In peculiar sharing. That to have satisfaction in a conversation doesn’t
mean spilling your problems on the floor, or violently expressing how wiggly the tables are, but instead asking you to admit that the table reminds you of the long wooden bar you had at home with silver lining, back in Wyoming.”
Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

Karl Kristian Flores
“In the kitchen, their mind volumes were so loud that they were having entire conversations with the way they sniffled, cleared their throats, and the foot trails of effort not to get into the other’s way when crossing to the sink.”
Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

Karl Kristian Flores
“These are the years of lonely nights. There may be no one to talk to for years other than a notebook, a dead role model, a pet, a lamp post, or just your sad footsteps scraping against pavement. This doesn’t make sense, but it will.”
Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

Victoria Aveyard
“Hi." I nod at them, overwhelmed by their presence and my own inability to act anywhere close to normal.”
victoria aveyard, King's Cage

J.E. Birk
“Sometimes I just forget how to "people.”
J.E. Birk, Booklover

“It’s really difficult to be a human. Like, have you ever done something awkward and then thought about it for 8 years?”

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