Brett Eldredge Quotes

At 15 I was very clumsy, big feet and my footwork wasn't great. I was definitely not quick.

I'm no good at really anything that involves motor skills.

I'm not graceful either. I have no rhythm, I'm never on top.

I was now successful in proving that a direction of movement is localized in the cerebellum.

I'm just physically stupid.

My teacher told my mum, 'I think William has dyspraxia,' and Mum asked what that meant. She said, 'Well, if I put a chair in the middle of the room and asked every child in the class to walk around it, William would be the only child in the class to walk into it.' Mum was like, 'Yeah, that's my boy'.

Everything I did that required effort, I opened my mouth. Even to catch a ball, I opened my mouth.

I need poise. I'm just so clumsy that it would kind of save me a lot.

Abundance and vigor of automatic movements are desirable, and even a considerable degree of restlessness is a good sign in young children.

I am clumsy, a late and nervous driver, and despise all sports except a little gentle dancing or yoga.

Technically I don't play sports because I have two left feet and I cannot coordinate and my motor skills are a bit 'out of whack.'

My balance is really bad. I just hope my clumsiness doesn't show through.

On the one hand, there are individual actions such as throwing, pushing, touching, rubbing. It is these individual actions that give rise most of the time to abstraction from objects.

I don't know if it's shocking, but I'm the world's biggest klutz. I have been dancing since I was 3, and I have modeled, and I have good balance, but you wouldn't know it. Hanging out with me, I do everything from spill food on myself to trip up stairs. I'm the queen of that, most definitely.

I'm the most uncoordinated clumsy, klutzy person. I always had a bruise, I always tripped and fell.

I don't care for physical activity. I'm not sporty. I'm not very coordinated.

What people don't appreciate, when they picture Terminator-style automatons striding triumphantly across a mountain of human skulls, is how hard it is to keep your footing on something as unstable as a mountain of human skulls. Most humans probably couldn't manage it, and they've had a lifetime of practice at walking without falling over.

I flailed my arm in a throwing motion before I could even walk.

It's like I was always not quite sure even how to move in space somehow; I would watch people and then copy them. I found it really hard to walk straight. My brother was always on at me for walking off the pavement. I guess I always expected people to bring me back into line.

I'm terrible in high heels. I'm so bad.

She can't even chew gum and walk in a straight line, let alone write a book.

I am terribly clumsy, so there is a plethora of walking into lamp-posts, falling over, dropping things, and ruining sofas.

I can't dance on ice, because I'm like Bambi on ice.

Jerry's the only man I ever knew who's so dumb he can't fart and chew gum at the same time.

I was really gangly and uncoordinated as a kid. I couldn't even do a cartwheel.