Quotes About Instinct

Nothing reaches inside you and grabs you by the guts the way fear does.

The wolves are running.

The game of professional investment is intolerably boring and overexacting to anyone who is entirely exempt from the gambling instinct; whilst he who has it must pay to this propensity the appropriate toll

The mammalian brain's functions include what researchers call the "four F's": fighting, feeding, feeling and ... reproductive behavior.

The limitation upon this mode of promoting peace lies in the fact that it consists in an appeal to the civilized side of man, while war is the product of forces proceeding from man's original savage nature.

Flight or fight? What kind of pathetically damaged animal decides on...neither?

The move for the pitcher of Bloody Marys on the porch railing is pure instinct, reflex. Tomatoes are packed with vitamins. Next, I'll duck into the loo. Deb always hides a box of Munchkins in the bathroom, because she hates to eat in front of boys.

Maybe all obligate carnivores are essentially the same. Can I eat that? Is it going to eat me? Is it a toy?

Jeoffry lays back his ears and continues to creep, as the Moppet showed him. she had said,

We eat our mates if we can catch them. Everybody's got some evolutionary baggage that winds up maladaptive in a sophont setting.- "Valuable protein resource." I shrugged. "And it's not as if your species is designed for coparenting.

The salt and blood of him filled her mouth, and now her flaws were tingling, itching too. She leaned in, purring, and he backed up a step.

Angelo's description hadn't prepared Vincent for the reality of Kii. That serpentine shape emerging from camouflaging jungle triggered atavistic responses, an adrenaline spike for which his watch barely compensated. He took one unwilling step back anyway, shivering, and forced himself to pretend to be calm.

Selene, waiting on Her attention, stared through the tall glass plates, tail lashing, ears still laid flat, and willed herself to clam. Fear-and-fight were not her friends. They were th animal, the instinct that made her a superlative warrior. But the threat had been left behind on the ground, and Selene was in the Tower, in Her presence. Safe.

His body believed; his intuition twisted; the partnership breathed out again.

Sebastien was already leaning in, drawn by the enticing heat of blood, when he recollected himself and jerked back.

He wondered if a werewolf's bloodlust, its passion, its compulsion, could possibly be more unendurable than his thirst.

We eat our mates if we can catch them. Everybody's got some evolutionary baggage that winds up maladaptive in a sophont setting.

I may have the run away, you understand. That is the sensible thing to do when a large predator is pursuing you. No hard feelings at all.

Human, all of them, in deference to the waning moon but there was no way any of thm could be mistaken for anything but wolves.

Did his own need, too barely exposed, burn friendship out? Or was he one of those unfortunates who were quite unaware of some element in themselves which repelled intimacy and blighted emotional response? After all, the ability to form satisfying personal relationships did not lie with everyone. It was part instinct, part luck, part hard work, endless unselfish giving. Hope. Loyalty.

There was some nerve in his feeling he did not want touched: he protected it without knowing where it was.

Maybe killing comes naturally to people, an instinct nobody likes to admit, a survival reflex inherited from our Neanderthal cousins. So maybe it's the other stuff, the good manners that supposedly make us human, that are the real aberrations.

He saw a boy pull something long and squirming from the ground and pop it into his mouth.

Love is neither a conditional business nor an ever-fixed mark arrangement. People always know somewhere inside them if they are not loved. No gestures, talk, conciliation, pronouncements can prevail over that deep instinctual knowledge.