Quotes About Instinct

It does not matter how large a boundary we set, the moment you become conscious of it, the longing to break it is instinctive.

Intuition is not a different dimension of perception, as people usually try to make out. Intuition is just a quicker way of arriving at the same answer. Intuition is just a way of making use of the data and jumping the steps.

Fruit is the most easily digestible food and all human beings know this instinctively.

It is amazing how human beings struggle just to do what every worm, insect, bird, and animal does quite effortlessly.

Robert Frost captured a deep truth when he wrote, "Something there is that doesn't love a wall." Because your self-preservation instinct keeps telling you, "Unless you have walls you are not safe," unconsciously you keep building them. Later, you struggle with them. This is an endless cycle.

Human intellect is mere smartness that ensures survival.

An example of this is if he tells you "get in the car." You never go to a secondary location– ever.

Every living organism is fulfilled when it follows the right path for its own nature.

We ought to do good to others as simply as a horse runs, or a bee makes honey, or a vine bears grapes season after season without thinking of the grapes it has borne.

22. No te dejes arrastrar por el torbellino de las pasiones; antes bien, a todo ímpetu del instinto, ofrece lo que de justicia le toca; ante toda aprensión de la fantasía, conserva la facultad de pensar.

The wise are instructed by reason, average minds by experience, the stupid by necessity and the brute by instinct.

Whether it is a natural instinct or a mere illusion, I can't say; but one's emotions are more strongly aroused by seeing the places that tradition records to have been the favourite resort of men of note in former days, than by hearing about their deeds or reading their writings. My own feelings at the present moment are a case in point. I am reminded of Plato, the first philosopher, so we are told, that made a practice of holding discussions in this place;

There's something to be said for hunger: at least it lets you know you're still alive.

Arboreal, a fine word. Our arboreal ancestors, Crake used to say. Used to shit on their enemies from above while perched in trees. All planes and rockets and bombs are simply elaborations on that primate instinct.

Nature demands variety, for men. It stands to reason, it's a part of the procreational strategy. It's Nature's Plan. Women know that instinctively. Why did they buy so many different clothes, in the old days? To trick the men into thinking they were several different women. A new one each day.

That's what you get for being food.

Fear is a powerful stimulant.

Which way will the cat jump?

Nature may be dumb as a sack of hammers, Zeb used to say, but it's smarter than you.

But also I'm hungry. This is monstrous, but nevertheless it's true. Death makes me hungry. Maybe it's because I've been emptied; or maybe it's the body's way of seeing to it that I remain alive, continue to repeat its bedrock prayer: I am, I am. I am, still. I want to go to bed, make love, right now. I think of the word relish. I could eat a horse.

We would not be Human if we did not prefer to be the devourers rather than the devoured, but either is a blessing. Should your life be required of you, rest assured that it is required by Life.

Attack, voracious eating, and flight: it's a sound routine for staying alive on edges.

But I like my stories to be true to life, which means there have to be wolves in them. Wolves in one form or another.

the thing was airborne. Desire and fear were universal, between them they'd been the gravediggers.