Best 310 quotes in «nervous quotes» category

When we talk mathematics, we may be discussing a secondary language built on the primary language of the nervous system.

Why should you care for a woman like me? I'm always nervous or sick, or sad or too gay.

With acting, it's all about internalizing the character for me and doing all the preparation you can. So the day you first step into your wardrobe, you can walk like the person. That's really the moment where the light bulb goes off. You're nervous; any actor will tell you that. Robert De Niro will probably tell you the same thing. He may not want to share that with you, but he probably goes through it. That's why actors are so neurotic.

With a suit, even if you're having a nervous breakdown, you still look like you're in charge.

With enough emotional intensity and repetition, our nervous systems experience something as real, even if it hasn't occurred yet.

Women without men are usually nervous. ... The important thing is to have a man, even if you just like him. Pleasing him, you will please yourself.

You know what? You're an individual, and that makes people nervous. And it's gonna keep making people nervous for the rest of your life.

Yeah, I'm nervous. I'm wearing heels in public for crying out loud.

You know, after the film I said to myself, "It's a good thing you were so stupid not to be nervous. If I'd been nervous, it would have ruined the whole thing.

Yeah, but if I don't start my nervous pacing now, I'll never have it all done in time.

You can be afraid in a press conference, nervous, sweaty, but you can't be afraid when you do your work because it doesn't work that way.

You can always tell a great painting, because when you get close there are all these nervous marks.

You know, an hour and fifty-four minutes is too much for audiences. They get nervous.

Your nervous system can't tell real failure from imagined failure.

You're making me nervous by being so weird. But your weirdness is what I like about you.

Your worst enemy, he reflected, was your nervous system. At any moment the tension inside you was liable to translate itself into some visible symptom.

All we need to do is get those nervous butterflies in our stomachs flying in formation.

You should go to work every day a little bit nervous.

You see, with me, when I'm nervous, I smile and laugh.

But Robin ...well, she’s OK. We really don’t have much in common, though. I get nervous around people who eat all the time.

A moment of truth is very powerful. Instead of smiling to be polite, just frown. Instead of laughing when you are nervous or uncomfortable, just speak your truth. Instead of acting like everything is all right, proclaim it isn't alright, and talk about your feelings! Honor your truth. Honor yourself. Be real.

Are you going to kiss me?" I blabbered stupidly. "I'm working up the nerve," he said softly.

But the things that make other people nervous have never scared me. I'm not afraid of men in golf carts or horror movies or roller coasters. I didn't know precisely what I was afraid of, but it wasn't this.

He hadn't been this nervous since the last disastrous night at the improv, and he firmly told himself to calm down as he blotted at the tablecloth, glancing upwards to see Emma wriggling out of her summer jacket, pushing her shoulders back and her chest forward in that way that women do without realising the ache they cause.

Call it anything else if you will—fear, anxiety, nervousness, sweating —but “shyness” is the historic word for it.

Charlie?' 'Uh-huh?' 'Do you like me?' 'Uh-huh.' 'You know what I mean?' 'Uh-huh.' 'Are you nervous?' 'Uh-huh.' 'Don't be nervous.' 'Okay.

Everyone is quiet. Which is the wooooooorst. It’s scary when a group of people all know instinctively not to joke around.

If anyone tells you love makes you invincible, tell them they're full of shit. Love makes you paranoid and insecure and nervous you're going to fuck it all up and lose the best thing that's ever happened to you.

Her voice sounded much cooler than she felt. Inside, her internal organs were grinding themselves into nervous pulp. Her intestines were gone. Her kidneys were disintegrating. Her stomach was wringing itself out, yanking on her trachea.

Hmm.” Hell, he’d lost his voice. Maybe his capacity for thought. They were headed where his body had wanted her since the day they met. Blood surged to his groin, leaving his brain defenseless. “What’s that?” She rubbed a finger across his lower lip. “Do I make you nervous?” She threw off his equilibrium, but he could work with that since he was trained to adapt to new and dangerous situations. He licked his lips, letting his tongue brush the finger she still pressed against him. “I can handle you.” “Oh, sweetheart, I doubt it.

He swallowed nervously, but in a schoolboy crush kind of way. She was so beautiful. He had been admiring her beauty for the past few days, but it never seemed right to act on it. Somehow, things felt more normal being in his home. It was like the past few days were just a crazy nightmare that had finally ended, except it didn’t. It was only on hold for a while, but it was long enough to act on his feelings. He wanted this woman badly. Everything about her was absolutely perfect!

I feel as though I can chew up nails and spit out a barbed wire fence.

Miss Hathaway.” Cam spoke gently, while she fidgeted before him. He wanted to take her in his arms and hold her until she quieted. “Do I make you nervous?” She brought herself to look up at him, her eyes harboring the blue-black glitter of a moonlit lake. “No,” she said immediately. “No, of course you … yes. Yes, you do.

I think it’s glorious to be nervous. Being nervous is great! How often do we get nervous on a daily basis? Being slightly nervous means you care, and you’re alive, and you’re taking some kind of risk. Hooray for being nervous! A friend told me to substitute the word ‘excitement’ for ‘nervous’. That way you acknowledge the physical feelings without putting a negative spin on things. So to answer your question, sometimes I still get so excited about ‘Update’ that I want to throw up

I raise my face to his, ready for the crush of his lips against mine, wanting to share more than these nervous breaths.

I thought if I didnt take a break, I would do something even worse. Like yell or hang up the phone.

Nervous people tend to overreact.

Nervousness made her feel nauseous, almost like she had two hearts frantically beating in her chest, instead of one.

The world is changed by people who aren’t ready.

Nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little I am able, - to dress and entertain, and order things

Nothing is as irritating to a shy man as a confident girl.

Ready? It doesn’t matter. The world is changed by people who aren’t ready.

They saw me. Milton's smile curled off his face like unsticky tape. And I knew immediately, I was a boy band, a boondoggle, born fool. He was going to pull a Danny Zuko in Grease when Sandy says hello to him in front of the T-Birds, a Mrs. Robinson when she tells Elaine she didn't seduce Benjamin, a Daisy when she chooses Tom with the disposition of a sour kiwi over Gatsby, a self-made man, a man engorged with dreams, who didn't mind throwing a pile of shirts around a room if he wanted too. My heart landslided. My legs earthquaked.

They were obviously all feeling a bit jumpy. The coffee probably didn’t help, although some of them swore they needed it. Craved it was more like it.

When you feel nervous, recall your pride.

This is the hour I hide everything Behind my eyes To see if you can see All the trouble my brain's been brewing. Yes, I feel I am the worst and you are the best And yet, and yet, Nothing bad unfolds as we sit, Young and nervous, Alive and bursting, With futures that may not entwine. Who am I? Who am I to sabotage what may be too small For even chaos to notice And disassemble?

To be nervous is to lose half the battle; to be nervous is to burn mental energy to no useful purpose.

When I opened the door, Andrew was standing there like a remedy for heart palpitations. Or maybe he made them worse. It was hard to tell.

Unnerved, the nerve, you're nervous, nervous that I'm right.

When they got to their hotel she went straight up to bed, but he paused to get a drink. There was, in the vestibule, a flower stall and he bought a handful of roses, stiffly wired into a bouquet, before proceeding to the oppressive gorgeousness of their bridal suite. The lift was lined with looking glass, so that as he shot upwards he got an endlessly duplicated version of himself, stout and nervous, a light cloak flung over his shoulder and flowers in his hand: an infinitely long row of gentlemen carrying offerings to an unforgiving past.