Joanna Coles Quotes

In England we are sort of very awkward.

And I definitely do that very British thing of, take things with a pinch of salt, stiff upper lip, you know what I mean?

I think maybe the English don't want to try something and look stupid, because they are a bit reserved.

I used to go red when anybody spoke to me. It's awful because you absolutely cannot control it. If you are a child that blushes, or is shy, the one thing you want in the world is to be the child who comes in and says, 'Hi,' to everyone and goes up and makes friends.

As much as of course that Englishness of always to be embarrassed about any sense of complement, it is nice to know that a lot of the projects that I've worked on that people do feel there has been some effect.

The English have no soul; they have the understatement instead.

It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs.

I feel that Britain is a rather self-deprecating nation: you're almost considered egotistical to say you're good at anything.

I was just painfully shy. I couldn't talk to anyone. Going up in front of class, I would have to mentally prepare myself to raise my hand.

I'm sure there's some sort of cynicism or fatalism in Ireland and England. We are fatalistic here, and sometimes we need to be shaken out of that.

People compliment me and if I ignore them, it doesn't mean I'm rude. It just means I'm embarrassed.

I'm 87% socially awkward.

I can't make eye contact when people sing 'Happy Birthday' to me.

I think the English are an unbelievably musical nation and always have been.

She would have colored gracefully with embarrassment had she not possessed the complexion of one of those “heathen Italians,” as her mother said, who never colored, gracefully or otherwise. (Convincing her mother that Christianity had, to all intents and purposes, originated with the Italians, thus making them the exact opposite of heathen, was a waste of time and breath.)

I pity bashful men, who feel the pain Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain, And bear the marks upon a blushing face, OF needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.

Even an Englishman was niver improved by bein' blown up.

I always made an awkward bow.

If embarrassment were a muscle, I'd be huge.

Perhaps it's not that I'm frigid-- it's that once I decide I like a guy, I turn into a raging idiot, unfit for public appearances.

Biggest dream?” I was proud of this one because I knew it would stump him. It required forethought. “Kiss you.” “That’s not funny,” I said, holding his eyes, grateful I didn’t stutter. “No, but it made you blush.

The English are always ready to admire anything so long as they can queue up.

He'd pulled back a little, just with his lower half, and I was afraid the scorch in my cheeks would set fire to the rest of me, because I an idea why. Wow. Oh wow.