Quotes About Instinct

Listen to that quiet voice, that fleeting thought that says, Why don't you…?

Cats do what cats will do, and neither man nor god can do anything about it.

No, General. Not necessarily what you thin you want. Your heart knows what you want, but often your head has some other idea. It is the task of the kesta'chern to ask your heart, and not your head, what you need and answer that need.

I gotta ask you...why do you always circle before you lie down? I said. As opposed to what? Johnny Depp asked, astonished by the question. You mean not circle? How would I tamp down the leaves and twigs and get comfortable? What leaves and twigs? I said. This bed is twig-free. Hmm. I see your point, said Johnny Depp, pausing for a second before he resumed circling. But did it occur to you maybe that's because I circle first?

My job was simple: have faith through the storm, be determined in my actions, smart in my decisions, trusting of my instinct, and free from worrying about whether I succeeded or failed.

Instinct doesn't always tell us to choose the easier path, but it will guide you towards the right one. Your subconscious intuition wants you to survive and to thrive. It isn't clouded by ego or others' opinions - those fickle things live in the conscious mind. Your instinct has a clearer purpose: to help you. Listen to it. Learn to recognize it. Acknowledge it when it speaks and have faith in it. Instinct is the nose of the mind. So trust it.

schools for love do not exist. everyone assumes that we will know how to love instinctively. despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, we still accept that the family is the primary school for love. those of us who do not learn how to love among family are expected to experience love in romantic relationships. however this love often eludes us.

Love is as love does. Love is an act of will—namely, both an intention and an action. Will also implies choice. We do not have to love. We choose to love." Since the choice must be made to nurture growth, this definition counters the more widely accepted assumption that we love instinctually.

the will to extend one's self for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual growth." Explaining further, he continues: "Love is as love does. Love is an act of will—namely, both an intention and an action. Will also implies choice. We do not have to love. We choose to love." Since the choice must be made to nurture growth, this definition counters the more widely accepted assumption that we love instinctually.

Echoing the work of Erich Fromm, he defines love as 'the will to extend one's self for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual growth.' Explaining further, he continues, 'Love is as love does. Love is an act of will -- namely, both as an intention and an action. Will also implies choice. We do not have to love. We choose to love.' Since the choice must be made to nurture growth, this definition counters the more widely accepted assumption that we love instinctually.

I had a large camping knife in my hand and without thinking, I lunged at him, plunging the knife into his abdomen.

She wondered if perhaps it was something to do with marking their territory. Like dripping on the floor.

Machineries of reason, machineries of conduct, machineries of virtue. The machine that regulates instinct, keeps one's hands free of another man's throat, free of one's own. These machines have all, as someone said, gone too long in the elements. Gummed now, rusted, bloodless. I forget who said it and I no longer care.

It would seem from this fact, that man is naturally a wild animal, and that when taken from the woods, he is never happy in his natural state, 'till he returns to them again.

Instinct is everything.

Instinct is a strange thing. You cannot touch it, feel it, smell it, or hear it, but you must trust it, and that night, as we listened to the slap of the waves and the creak of the oars, I was as certain as I could be that my fears were justified.

Thirty paces, twenty, and you can see the eyes of the men who will try to kill you, and see the spear-blades, and the instinct is to stop, to straighten the shields. We cringe from battle, fear claws at us, time seems to stop, there is silence though a thousand men shout, and at that moment, when terror savages the heart like a trapped beast, you must hurl yourself into the horror. Because the enemy feels the same. And you have come to kill him. You are the beast from his nightmares.

A rat doesn't demand supper from a wolf

Instinct is a strange thing. You cannot touch it, feel it, smell it, or hear it, but you must trust it.

All human activity is prompted by desire.

War grows out of ordinary human nature.

Our instinctive apparatus consists of two parts- the one tending to further our own life and that of our descendants, the other tending to thwart the lives of supposed rivals.

I think that in all descriptions of the good life here on earth we must assume a certain basis of animal vitality and animal instinct; without this, life becomes tame and uninteresting. Civilization should be something added to this, not substituted for it; the ascetic saint and the detached sage fail in this respect to be complete human beings. A small number of them may enrich a community; but a world composed of them would die of boredom.

All knowledge, we find, must be built up upon our instinctive beliefs, and if these are rejected, nothing is left.