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nerves of steel.
යකඩ හිත් තියෙන්නෙ.

he really tests my nerves.
එයා ඇත්තටම මගේ ඉවසීම පරීක්ෂා කරනවා.

it'll help settle your nerves.
ඒක ස්නායු වලට හොඳයි.

guy's got nerves of steel, man.
ඒ මහ අමුතු මිනිහකෝ

my nerves can't take much more of this.
ඒ දඟකාර කෙල්ල ආවම අපි මොකද කරන්නේ ?

everyone's nerves are stretched to the max.
මම කියන්නෙ අපි දුපතක නෑති වෙලා ඉන්නෙ,

vestibulocochlear, optical nerves have been critically damaged.
ඔහුගෙ නහර ගොඩක් ඩැමේජ් වෙලා..

has he had a few drinks to settle his nerves?
එයා ස්නායු උත්තේජනය කරන්න බීලා ඉන්නවද

sorry about that. that's my nerves. thanks.
හරි හරි මම බයවෙලානේ උන්නේ ස්තුතියි

i don't know if this is just nerves or something ser...
මම දන්නේ නෑ මේක ලැඡ්ජා නැති කමද නැත්නම් වෙන... ..

i don't know if it's just nerves or something serious.
මම දන්නේ නෑ ඒක ලැඡ්ජා නැති කමද නැත්නම් වෙන මොකක් හරි දෙයක්ද කියලා.

and diego will be the uncle who eats the kids who get on my nerves!
දියේගො තමයි මට වද දෙන ළමයි කන මාමා!

one hit a field behind my house, the flash burnt my optic nerves.
එකක් මගේ ගටෙ පිටිපස්සේ තියෙන කුඹුරට වැටුනා , එහි දීප්තියට මගේ දෂ්ටි ස්නායු පිච්චිලා ගියා∙

if... if you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too; if you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated, don't give way to hating, and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: if you can dream - and not make dreams your master; if you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; if you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same; if you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: if you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss; if you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them: 'hold on!' if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, if all men count with you, but none too much; if you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, yours is the earth and everything that's in it, and - which is more - you'll be a man, my son!
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