“May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.”

All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.

Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.

If you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.

I do not know what to do, my mind’s in two.

I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.

Death is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.

I know not what to do, my mind is divided.

Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.

The moon has set In a bank of jet That fringes the Western sky, The pleiads seven Have sunk from heaven And the midnight hurries by; My hopes are flown And, alas! alone On my weary couch I lie.

Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.

Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.

Death must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?

Love – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.

Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.

With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down

He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.

So everyone making sure that I’m OK has turned what could’ve been a very scary, nerve-racking and lonely experience into a supportive environment.

With a popular show, you know that there’s expectations there, so that’s a little nerve-wracking when you’re new and you’re just trying to find your legs on something, but it’s exciting, too, because that’s what we work so hard for.

It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves.

Stop being so optimistic. It’s getting on my nerves.

I don’t have half the nerves there that I have anywhere else.

Stop being so optimistic, its getting on my nerves. No problem. Do you want me to be all gloom and doom or just shut up? Just shut up. Can do. Really? Doesn’t seem like it.

The bigger the crowd the better really! The noise calms your nerves.

He that struggles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.