Quotes About Nervousness

I just have this fear that I'll get on stage and there'll be that brief moment of adrenalin and I'll forget my line.

All the times I've been lucky enough to be a part of a show that's actually gotten on the air, it's always that same mixture of excitement and utter fear.

My greatest fear is speaking in public.

My greatest fear is speaking in public. You meet, like, um, people who just concentrate on me. I'd rather not have everyone focus on me.

he was petrified. He basically stayed out of the

Everything is worse...if you think something is looking at you.

Tell us your phobias and we will tell you what you are afraid of

Let's face it, I'm a flirt. I can seem to flirt with anyone I want, but when it comes to you, I am so nervous that I can barely talk. You are my weakness.

I once had an artist in the old days who was so nervous he threw up during the gala opening of the show. The reviews read, 'artwork so bad, even the artist couldn't stomach it.' We

On October 23, 1963, Barefoot in the Park opened on Broadway. Just before his extremely nervous cast took the stage, Nichols gathered them for a final pep talk. "Everybody relax," Redford says he told them. "You know your positions, you know your laughs, you know your lines, you know where the comfort zones are. So enjoy yourselves, and remember: Everything depends on tonight.

Tomorrow night I appear for the first time before a Boston audience 4000 critics

America has become so tense and nervous it has been years since I have seen anyone sleep in church - and that is a sad situation.

Born, as her name indicated, on the first day of the Persian spring, she had the superstitious nature of people whose birthdays fall on the cusps of changing seasons. She was forever looking over her shoulder for fear that she had stepped on cracks or wandered under a ladder. Bahar's inherent nervousness had escalated to a deeper malaise in recent years, the result of unspeakable events that had left indelible scars.

Oh Christ, the exhaustion of not knowing anything. It's so tiring and hard on the nerves. It really takes it out of you, not knowing anything. You're given comedy and miss all the jokes. Every hour you get weaker. Sometimes, as I sit alone in my flat in London and stare at the window, I think how dismal it is, how heavy, to watch the rain and not know why it falls.

Marcelo took a sharp intake of breath, as if the next question was something he had to swim under.

I was quite a shy child. I would get terribly nervous and throw up before my birthday party. And then I would be fine. I feel the same now. I get nervous, then it's fine.

There are few things more nerve-racking than trying to act normal with a camera in your face and someone shouting at you to "act normal.

I have discovered that much nervousness and anxiety is caused by mentally trying to escape or run away from something that you have decided to go through with physically. If the decision is made to go through with physically. If the decision is made to go through with it—not to run away physically—why mentally keep considering or hoping for escape.

This becoming more aware of what is happening now, and attempting to respond only to what is happening now, has almost magical results in relieving the "jitters." The next time you feel yourself tensing up, becoming jittery and nervous—pull yourself up short and say, "What is there here and now that I should respond to? That I can do something about?

When you're in this state of mind you are constantly 'on edge'.

There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lovers enter the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in a new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire.

What are you scared of?" he asked me. I sighed really deeply, like it was totally hard for me to let my feelings out. "Everything," I told him. "I'm scared of everything.

You better stop Look around Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown.

Hi, Mikey, how are you doing? Do you have any big plans for the weekend?" Mikey stood nervously in the conference room, looking back at Charlie. The eye fuck he gave him was not the most subtle. "No, Mr. Sanders, I mean, I don't know what I'm doing this weekend. I've been too busy this afternoon to really give it much thought." "Well