Quotes About Composure

A man who does not lose his reason over certain things has none to lose.

My mind can always separate the two. Even when I am very upset, I keep reviewing the facts over and over until I can come to a logical conclusion.

Heloise marvelled at how calmly Delia talked about herself, not trailing ragged ends of need or display.

As a solid rock is not shaken by the wind, so wise men falter not amidst blame or praise.

I'm not someone who feels anger on particular issues.

Grant to me a humble and quiet spirit, one that is never uncontrolled or garrulous.

It's about who holds their nerve under pressure.

I'm really lucky that I can control my nerves; it doesn't seem to get to me.

The nerves are still there. I might just do a better job at hiding them.

I don't really get nervous that much, or if I do, only I know. It's all inside me. I am good at hiding everything.

For, like, 98 percent of my life, I'm not nervous. But as soon as I'm nervous, I start shaking or something, and I lose my cool.

I'm never nervous around anyone, which I think is a real key to my success. I was never nervous around anyone!

I never complain when I foul, ever.

I never take fights personal and I'm not emotional when I'm fighting.

I do not read newspapers. I do not take any information which I don't want to take. I make sure I keep my composure.

Being an all-around player, you have to find some kind of balance because there are going to be nights where something isn't on. You've got to make sure the other part is on. That's what I concentrate on.

I'm not some ditzy moron who has no idea how to deal with a diplomat as if they're some exotic animal.

There is no point making ourselves nervous before a match.

Steve remembered clasping his hands together, amazed that they weren't shaking. If ever they should shake, he thought, it would be at a time like this. But they were as steady and still as a kitchen sink.

Zaid's finest moment, however, comes in his second paragraph, when he says that the truly cultured are capable of owning thousands of unread books without losing their composure or their desire for more. That's me! And you, probably! That's us!

Give me patience. Flash. Give me control. Flash.

Not a whisper of flatulence would dare this man's bowels.

I changed Lessing's35 words – Anyone who does not lose his reason over certain things, has no reason – into: Anyone whose heart remains calm today, has no heart.

Who grins in official circumstances?