Breaking The Awkward Silence Quotes

#1. Do you want to build a snowman~ Dongwon (Normal Class 8) #Quote by Youngpaka

#2. Insert the biggest, most awkward silence in the history of big awkward silences. #Quote by Cynthia Hand

#3. In the 1998 Oscars, I found myself in the bathroom in a stall, next to Tom Selleck. So I leaned over and I said 'looks like we're a couple of peeing Toms. His angry silence is something I'll never forget. #Quote by Tom Hanks

#4. Everybody has a soul." I turn to Pelly. "And that means you, too."
"I'm not so sure of that," he says. "What does it feel like?"
"Having a soul?" I look at Maxine, but she only shrugs. "I don't know," I tell Pelly. "I don't have anything to compare it to- you know, what not having a sould would feel like."
We fall into a kind of awkward silence. I don't know about the others, but I'm working on what a soul is and not coming up with a whole lot. I mean, I just always thought of it as me- what I feel like being me. But surely Pelly feels like himself, so that means he's got a soul right? But if that's not your soul, then what is?
It's weird and not something you really think about, is it? #Quote by Charles De Lint

#5. I was like the runner-up to Miss Mediocrity and my prize was awkward silence. #Quote by Rae Mariz

#6. Anna's attention was focused on a single patient. Ariadne Bridgestock lay quietly against the white pillows. Her eyes were shut, and her rich brown skin was ashen, stretching tightly over the branching black veins beneath her skin.
Anna slipped in between the screens surrounding Ariadne's cot, and Cordelia followed, feeling slightly awkward. Was she intruding? But Anna looked up, as if to assure herself that Cordelia was there, before she knelt down at the side of Ariadne's bed, laying her walking stick on the floor.
Anna's bowed shoulders looked strangely vulnerable. One of her hands dangled at her side: she reached out the other, fingers moving slowly across the white linen sheets, until she was almost touching Ariadne's hand.
She did not take it. At the last moment, Anna's fingers curled and dropped to rest, beside Ariadne but not quite touching. In a low and steady voice, Anna said, "Ariadne. When you wake up - and you will wake up - I want you to remember this. It was never a sign of your worth that Charles Fairchild wanted to marry you. It is a measure of his lack of worth that he chose to break it off in such a manner."
"He broke it off?" Cordelia whispered. She was stunned. The breaking off of a promised engagement was a serious matter, undertaken usually only when one of the parties in question had committed some kind of serious crime or been caught in an affair. For Charles to break his promise to Ariadne while she lay unconscious was appalling. #Quote by Cassandra Clare

#7. Words were few and failing between them as though the silence that sat with them had laid its old lips on theirs and sucked them dry of speech. For where could one begin? With the weather? But here there was no weather. These few sad rooms were the old man's world. His horizons were all walls. #Quote by Michael Bedard

#8. The air between them began to settle into a silence. Awkward, yet softly exciting. Like an unexpected snow day. #Quote by Suzanne Palmieri

#9. Hey, Ben," she says, ignoring the rest of us. "You want to dance?"
Ben's cheeks turn the same scarlet as Rosie's dress. He and Ryder exchange a pointed look while Lucy and I just stand there gawking.
"Go on, man," Ryder says, nudging him. "You look great, Rosie," he adds. "Nice dress."
She smiles up at him, her blue eyes seeming to glitter beneath the disco-ball lighting. "Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself." She glances from Ryder to me and back to Ryder again. "The two of you…You looked good together up there."
"I know, right?" Lucy nods, and I shoot her a "what are you doing?" glare. She ignores it. "Maybe these two should stop the hating and listen to their parents."
An awkward silence follows. Finally, Ben seems to remember why Rosie came over in the first place. "Um, you want to go dance?"
"Yeah. I love this song."
Ben nods. "Okay. Catch you guys later."
Rosie's smile seems genuine as she follows Ben to the dance floor. I hope that means she's finally figured out what a sweetheart he is.
As soon as they're gone, Lucy lets out a low whistle. "Whoa, did that just happen?"
"I think it did," I say, watching as Rosie wraps her arms around Ben's neck. She must have said something funny, because he throws his head back and laughs.
Lucy shakes her head in amazement. "I swear, it's like we're in some kind of alternate universe tonight."
"Well, in that case, how about you and me, Luce?" Mason says with a cocky grin. #Quote by Kristi Cook

#10. The silence between us stretched out, but it wasn't awkward. Sometimes there are people you can be quiet with, and you never feel the need to fill the gap with meaningless chit-chat. I'd only become that close to a couple people in my hometown, and I'd always thought it took years. Lucas and I were already there. #Quote by Claudia Gray

#11. It's that the silence hanging between us, the awkward and painful glance we share, acknowledges that I'm sitting in his seat. I start to stand up, but Ely shakes his head and gestures for me to stay seated. "It's cool," he whispers. I watch him stride away to the elevator. #Quote by Rachel Cohn

#12. Okay, it's like this. You wake up, you watch TV, and you get in the car and you listen to the radio. You go to your little job or your little school, but you're not going to hear about that on the 6:00 news, since guess what. Nothing is really happening. You read the paper, or if you're into that sort of thing you read a book, which is just the same as watching only even more boring. You watch TV all night, or maybe you go out so you can watch a movie, and maybe you'll get a phone call so you can tell your friends what you've been watching. And you know, it's got so bad that I've started to notice, the people on TV? Inside the TV? Half the time they're watching TV. Or if you've got some romance in a movie? What to they do but go to a movie? All those people, Marlin," he invited the interviewer in with a nod. "What are they watching?"
After an awkward silence, Marlin filled in, "You tell us, Kevin."
"People like me. #Quote by Lionel Shriver

#13. She was a librarian, dammit.
She knew books. She used the Dewey Decimal System. She taught the children to search with their eyes and their brains. They were encouraged to ask Moira for help, rather than punch titles into a screen. Moira believed all children needed to live through that awkward, precarious moment when they had to disrupt the silence of the library and approach the librarian. It built character. #Quote by Fern Brady

#14. We can't lose you," she said after a few moments of awkward as hell silence. "You have to understand that we aren't doing this because we don't care about Kat. We're doing this because we love you."
"But I love her," I said without hesitation.
Dee's eyes widened, probably since it was the first time she'd herd me say it out loud, well, about anyone other than my family. I wished I had said it more often, especially to Kat. Funny how that kind of shit always turns out in the end. While you're deep in something, you never say or do what you need to. It's always after the fact, when it's too late that you realize what you've should've said or done/
It couldn't be too late. I knew that. The fact that I was still alive was testament to that. Like Dee said, though, there were worse things than death. #Quote by Jennifer L. Armentrout

#15. (Sakaki and Osaka lying on towels at the beach)

...

Osaka: You know them Hemmorrhoids...

Sakaki: ...Eh? =-O

Osaka: Some folks call 'em "Hemorrhoids", but others call 'em "Roids".

Why does the one not have an "H" in it? Which one's right?

Sakaki: ......

Osaka: Would it be under "H" or "R" in the dictionary?

Sakaki: ...I don't know. =/ #Quote by Kiyohiko Azuma

#16. Excellent," says Gray, rubbing his hands together, a gleam in his eye. "The last
person to sing gets to buy the drinks."
Ivy grins wide. "You're on, Cupcake. I'm going to sing the house down."
We all pause, our gazes darting back and forth as a certain sense of terror falls
over the table.
Ivy sees us and slaps her palm onto the table. "Oh, for fuck's sake. I know what
you twats are thinking! If I suck at dancing, I'll suck at singing? Well, I don't. I'm
awesome."
Awkward silence ensues, and she snorts.
"What? You think I don't know I suck at dancing? I just don't give a shit." She
glares at Gray, though there really isn't any anger in the look. "So you can stop
dancing like an ass now."
A strangled sound leaves him. "You knew?"
"Of course." She tosses a lock of her hair over her shoulder. "You're too
coordinated on the field, and you kind of forget to suck when you do those victory
dances."
He gapes at her for a long second, then gives a bark of laughter. "I fucking love
you, Special Sauce." With that, he hauls Ivy into his lap and kisses her.
Fi, however, finally snaps out of the trance she's been in since Ivy confessed.
"You sneaky shithead," she shouts over the music. "All these years I've been
covering for your craptacular dancing, and you knew!" She shakes a fist. "I swear to
God, Ivy Weed…"
"Oh, please," Ivy counters. "You pretend you suck at baking so you don' #Quote by Kristen Callihan

#17. Here you go," Ryder says, startling me. He holds out a sweating bottle of water, and I take it gratefully, pressing it against my neck.
"Thanks." I glance away, hoping he'll take the hint and leave me in peace. His presence makes me self-conscious now, but it wasn't always like this. As I look out at Magnolia Landing's grounds, I can't help but remember hot summer days when Ryder and I ran through sprinklers and ate Popsicles out on the lawn, when we rode our bikes up and down the long drive, when we built a tree fort in the largest of the oaks behind the house.
I wouldn't say we'd been friends when we were kids--not exactly. We had been more like siblings. We played; we fought. Mostly, we didn't think too much about our relationship--we didn't try to define it. And then adolescence hit. Just like that, everything was awkward and uncomfortable between us. By the time middle school began, I was all too aware that he wasn't my brother, or even my cousin.
"Mind if I sit?" Ryder asks.
I shrug. "It's your house." I keep my gaze trained straight ahead, refusing to look in his direction as he lowers himself into the chair beside me.
After a minute or two of silence but for the creaking rockers, he sighs loudly. "Can we call a truce now?"
"You're the one who started it," I snap. "Last night, I mean."
"Look, I've been thinking about what you said. You know, about eighth grade--"
"Do we have to talk about this?"
"Because we didn't really han #Quote by Kristi Cook

#18. In the most beautiful relationships, silence is never awkward, for it's
in the silence that we come closer together. #Quote by Steven Aitchison

#19. Millions of us daily take advantage of [Skype], delighted to carry the severed heads of family members under our arms as we move from the deck to the cool of inside, or steering them around our new homes, bobbing them like babies on a seasickening tour. Skype can be a wonderful consolation prize in the ongoing tournament of globalization, though typically the first place it transforms us is to ourselves. How often are the initial seconds of a video's call takeoff occupied by two wary, diagonal glances, with a quick muss or flick of the hair, or a more generous tilt of the screen in respect to the chin? Please attend to your own mask first. Yet, despite the obvious cheer of seeing a faraway face, lonesomeness surely persists in the impossibility of eye contact. You can offer up your eyes to the other person, but your own view will be of the webcam's unwarm aperture. ... The problem lies in the fact that we can't bring our silence with us through walls. In phone conversations, while silence can be both awkward and intimate, there is no doubt that each of you inhabits the same darkness, breathing the same dead air. Perversely, a phone silence is a thick rope tying two speakers together in the private void of their suspended conversation. This binding may be unpleasant and to be avoided, but it isn't as estranging as its visual counterpart. When talk runs to ground on Skype, and if the purpose of the call is to chat, I can quickly sense that my silence isn't their silence. For so #Quote by Laurence Scott

#20. Leave a silence alone, no matter how awkward it felt. Invariably the other person filled it, often with something unexpected. #Quote by Kate White

#21. I did not speak. I have found in any Q&A, in court, in witness interviews, wherever, often the best thing you can do is wait, say nothing. The witness will want to fill the awkward silence. He will feel a vague compassion to keep talking, to prove he is not holding back, to prove he is smart and in the know, to earn your trust. #Quote by William Landay

#22. Have a cup of tea,' said the bosun in a very loud voice; and then louder still, 'Tea. Cha.'
The odabashi made no reply but an awkward writhe of his body and stood looking at the ground, his arms dangling low on either side.
'Well, this is a hairy bugger, and no mistake,' said the bosun, surveying him. 'Such a ugly cove I never seen: more like a hape than what you might call a human.'
'Hape!' cried the odabashi, stung out of his shyness, 'You can put that where the monkey put the nuts. You're no oil-painting yourself, neither.'
The dead silence that followed this was broken at last by the bosun, who asked 'did the odabashi speak English?'
'Not a fucking word,' said the odabashi.
'No offence intended, mate,' said the bosun, holding out his hand.
'And none taken,' said the odabashi, shaking it. #Quote by Patrick O'Brian

#23. Elizabeth and
Darcy merely looked at one another in awkward silence, until the latter reached both arms around
her. She was frozen-"What does he mean to do?" she thought. But his intentions were
respectable, for Darcy merely meant to retrieve his Brown Bess, which Elizabeth had affixed to
her back during her walk. She remembered the lead ammunition in her pocket and offered it to
him. "Your balls, Mr. Darcy?" He reached out and closed her hand around them, and offered,
"They belong to you, Miss Bennet." Upon this, their colour changed, and they were forced to look
away from one another, lest they laugh. #Quote by Seth Grahame-Smith

#24. Silence is beautiful, not awkward. The human tendency to be afraid of something beautiful is awkward. #Quote by Elliott Kay

#25. I feel the need to fill the silence, like it's my fault it's even awkward in the first place. #Quote by Laurie Elizabeth Flynn

#26. There was a silence. Elliot was surprised, because he would have thought the sound of every atom in his body exploding with indignation might make some noise. #Quote by Sarah Rees Brennan

#27. Actually ask him out, I can get Kevin to babysit and then we can all go on a double date, I've always wanted to do that! Ruby: Oh please, the innocence of the young and inexperienced. Ted and Greg will have absolutely nothing in common, they're like chalk and cheese; a bank manager and a possible bank robber. They will hate each other, the atmosphere will be awkward, no one will talk, all you'll hear is the munching of food in our mouths over the deafening silence like some kind of weird Chinese torture, we'll all refuse dessert, skip the coffee, pick up the check, and leg it out the door and feel relieved and promise ourselves never to meet up again. Rosie: How does next Friday sound? Ruby: Friday's fine.
Ahern, Cecelia (2005-02-01). Love, Rosie (pp. 83-84). Hachette Books. Kindle Edition. #Quote by Cecelia Ahern

#28. In my mind's eye, the image of bodies dancing quickly fades into the image of a group of men standing in a circle outside a club, trading stories in perfect American English, and then to the awkward silence caused by the sudden appearance of a middle-aged woman in tattered clothes, a baby strapped to her chest, a hand stretched out for loose change. #Quote by Bobby Benedicto

#29. It's even more awkward when we're face to face with people. It used to be exciting to make plans with friends because you could sit and catch up and talk about what's been going on in your lives. Now when you see someone there's nothing left to say. You've already seen the pictures from their trip to Rio on Facebook. You've read their tweets about the latest diet they're on. And they already texted you about the pregnancy scare. So you end up just sitting and staring at each other until you both start texting other people. #Quote by Ellen DeGeneres

#30. Why do silences mean something different when we're with different people? With you, it's never awkward, is it? It's just silence. But with other people, I feel the need to fill it with inane ramblings. What's wrong with silence? #Quote by Holly Martin

#31. You run off when things get a little more complicated than you'd like, and leave us to cover your tracks so the whole valley doesn't find out that Hytanica bloody lost its King-meanwhile, the Cokyrians are infiltrating our lands to the north, so it becomes entirely possible that you've walked right into their camp. We have men out there still searching for you,men who should be helping to barricade the northern border-to make sure that in a week you still have a kingdom to rule. And you have the gall to strut in here and be an ass! I swear, Steldo, if we didn't need someone to sit on that throne, I'd dispatch you with my own hands!"
The two erstwhile companions stared at each other, Galen challenging Steldor to respond, and Steldor too staggered to do so.Eventually,the sergeant threw his hands in the air and marched into his office,slamming the door behind him.
In the silence that followed Galen's departure, I came to appreciate the true meaning of the word awkward. Steldor did not rise to his feet, and his eyes were glazed. I felt un-needed,but there was no way for me to make a polished exit. The Palace Gaurds,bound by duty to remaind, searched the walls, the floor, the ceiling, for anything plausible in which to show an interest, not wanting to be caught gawking at their King. #Quote by Cayla Kluver

#32. You looked strange climbing in the tree like that."
Tiger Lily pulled her braids between her fingers, her sudden self-consciousness feeling foreign and strange to her.
"I didn't do it to look nice," she said.
"But you do care."
Tiger Lily studied the tree and decided if she did care, she would now choose not to. "I don't," she said.
"All girls do," he added, pushing the point.
"You must not know many girls."
"I know a million," Peter said, dark and serious. There was a long awkward silence, but if Peter regretted his words, I couldn't tell. #Quote by Jodi Lynn Anderson

#33. We didn't say or write anything for a long time. Normally silence like that was uncomfortable and awkward. Like you needed to say something to fill the empty space in the air. But it didn't feel like that with Samantha. Maybe it was because I couldn't say anything and fill the quiet, but I thought it was more about two people just being with each other, enjoying the slowdown and the rare sunshine. #Quote by Keary Taylor

#34. You remember that documentary they showed us in sixth grade? The one about Hurricane Katrina?"
"Yeah." I shrug, remembering how we'd all piled into the media center to watch it on the big, pull-down screen. I don't recall much about the movie itself, but I'm pretty sure Brad Pitt had narrated it. "What about it?"
"I had nightmares for weeks. I have no idea why it affected me the way it did."
"Seriously?"
He nods. "Ever since, well…let's just say I don't do well in storms. Especially hurricanes."
I just stare at him in stunned silence.
"You're going to have fun with this, aren't you?"
"No, I…of course not. Jeez." How big of a bitch does he think I am? "I'm not going to tell a soul. I promise. Okay? What happens in the storm shelter stays in the storm shelter," I quip, trying to lighten the mood.
His whole body seems to relax then, as if I've taken a weight off him.
"Did you seriously think I was going to rag on you for this? I mean, we've been friends forever."
He quirks one brow. "Friends?"
"Well, okay, not friends, exactly. But you know what I mean. Our moms used to put us in a crib together. Back when we were babies."
He winces. "I know."
"When we were little, things were fine. But then…well, middle school. It was just…I don't know…awkward. And then in eighth grade, I thought maybe…" I shake my head, obviously unable to form a complete sentence. "Never mind."
"You thought what? C'mon, don't stop now. You' #Quote by Kristi Cook

#35. We sit in an awkward silence for a few minutes before she speaks. "You're right. There's more to it." I'm not sure if I should wait and let her speak, or if she's waiting for an acknowledgement. I slowly turn my head toward her and settle my eyes on hers. "I went through a rough time a few years ago. I wasn't sure things would get better for me. One day, Rick and Jo were able to knock some sense into me. When a Phoenix dies, it rises from its ashes to have a new life." Her eyes leave mine as she rolls to her back and stares at the stars. "The tattoo reminds me of that. One chapter of my life may end, but that doesn't mean a new chapter won't come from the ashes. It probably sounds silly to you. #Quote by Rein Scott

#36. Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts, a balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after satiety as after disappointment; that background which the painter may not daub, be he master or bungler, and which, however awkward a figure we may have made in the foreground, remains ever our inviolable asylum, where no indignity can assail, no personality can disturb us. #Quote by Henry David Thoreau

#37. West couldn't simply leave the man like this, he didn't have it in him.

"Goodman Heath," he said as he approached, and the peasant looked up at him, surprised. He fumbled for his hat and made to rise, muttering apologies.

"No, please, don't get up." West sat down on the bench. He stared at his feet, unable to look the man in the eye. There was an awkward silence. "I have a friend who sits on the Commission for Land and Agriculture. There might be something he can do for you…" He trailed off, embarrassed, squinting up the corridor.

The farmer gave a sad smile. "I'd be right grateful for anything you could do."

"Yes, yes, of course, I'll do what I can." It would do no good whatsoever, and they both knew it. West grimaced and bit his lip. "You'd better take this," and he pressed his purse into the peasant's limp, calloused fingers. Heath looked at him, mouth slightly open. West gave a quick, awkward smile then got to his feet. He was very keen to be off.

"Sir!" called Goodman Heath after him, but West was already hurrying down the corridor, and he didn't look back. #Quote by Joe Abercrombie

#38. The silence lengthened, becoming strained and awkward until it was broken by the goose's imperious honk.
Swift glanced at the massive bird. "You have a companion, I see."
When Daisy explained what the two boys had been doing with the goose, Swift grinned. "Clever lads."
The remark did not strike Daisy as being especially compassionate.
"I want to help him," she said. "But when I tried to get near, he pecked me. I expected a domestic breed would have been a bit more receptive to my approach."
"Greylags are not known for their mild temperaments," Swift informed her. "Particularly males. He was probably trying to show you who was boss."
"He proved his point," Daisy said, rubbing her arm.
Swift frowned as he saw the growing bruise on her arm. "Is that where he pecked you? Let me see."
"No, it's all right - " she began, but he had already come forward.
His long fingers encircled her wrist, the thumb of his other hand passing gently near the dark purple mark. "You bruise easily," he murmured, his dark head bent over her arm.
Daisy's heart dispensed a series of hard thumps before settling into a fast rhythm. He smelled like the outdoors - sun, water, grassy-sweet. And deeper in the fragrance lingered the tantalizing incense of warm, sweaty male. She fought the instinct to move into his arms, against his body…to pull his hand to her breast. The mute craving shocked her.
Glancing up at his downturned face, Daisy found h #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#39. Silence is kind of awkward, don't you think?" he said.

Oh. Or not. "No. I'm okay with silence. We're in a library after all. This is the birthplace of silence."

"The library is the birthplace of silence?" David asked.

"All the words are being used by the books. When I was little, that's what I used to think. That people were told to be quiet so that all their words didn't get stolen by the books. I thought books needed words to exist. Well, obviously they do, but I thought they needed spoken words. Yeah … I was always weird."

"And here I thought libraries were quiet because people were trying to study," David whispered.

"That might be another explanation. #Quote by Kasie West

#40. I now had the pleasure of her company 24/7.
Joy.
Kit broke the awkward silence. "This looks delicious, honey. You've done it again." Grinning, he raised his fork in a mock salute.
My dad, the dork.
I suppressed a sigh. If this silly, white-gloved dingbat made my father happy - and I knew she did - it was my solemn duty as his progeny to suffer it. #Quote by Kathy Reichs

#41. You're going to discover that conversations are best at 4 am. The heavier the eyelids, the sincerer the words. Those are the talks you'll remember. It's ok not to know the answer and silence is not awkward. It's shared, so share it more often than not. #Quote by Anis Mogjani

#42. I sighed. "Actually, Mom, we argue pretty regularly."
"What?" She gaped at me. "Well, stop it!"
"Oh, and I kneed him in the groin once."
There was a split second of silence before May barked a laugh. She covered her mouth and tried to stop it, but it kept coming out in awkward, squeaky sounds. Dad's lips were pressed together, but I could tell he was on the verge of losing it himself.
Mom was paler then snow.
"America, tell me you're joking. Tell me you didn't assault the prince."
I don't know why, but the word assault pushed us all on the edge; and May, Dad, and I bent over laughing as Mom stared at us.
"Sorry, Mom," I managed.
"Oh, good lord." She suddenly seemed very excited in meeting Marlee's parents, and I didn't stop her from going. #Quote by Kiera Cass

#43. The awkward pause. Instead of being controlled by the threat of an awkward silence, own it. Use it as a tool. When a request comes to you (obviously this works only in person), just pause for a moment. Count to three before delivering your verdict. Or if you get a bit more bold, simply wait for the other person to fill the void. 2. #Quote by Greg McKeown