Quotes About Instinct

Bir askerin tehlikeli, may?nl? bir bölgeden geçmesini saÄŸlayan türden bir cesaret deÄŸil bu. O, mecbur olduÄŸu için toplad??? bir cesarettir. Bu cesaret türüyse -ÅŸey, bir insan?n yaÅŸama azminin, kendini koruma içgüdüsünün bir parças?d?r. Bazen yaÅŸayabilmemiz için az?c?k öldürmemiz gerekir.

Oh, not the kind of courage that makes a soldier go across no-man's land. That's the kind that he summons up because he has to. This kind is- well, it is part of one's will to live, part of one's instinct for self-preservation. Sometimes, we have to kill a little so we can live, when we don't-when women don't, they cry themselves to sleep and have their mothers wash out their hose every day.

Don't you feel yourself about anything - why, if we followed our feeling all the time we'll be like cats chasing their tails.

There are times when your body takes control. Times when the gazelle says, 'Fuck you, lioness,' and delivers the biggest kick of its whole gazelley life.

I go by the gut. I might not appear to have any talent but I've got plenty of gut instinct.

Irrepressible curiosity vied with an instinctive fear.

No matter how vivid a memory, the power of time was stronger. I knew this instinctively.

There is an instinctive withdrawal for the sake of preservation, a closure that assumes the order of completion. Winter is a season unto itself.

Even a rat will choose the least painful route if you shock him enough

Lampreys think very lamprey-like thoughts. About lamprey-like topics in a context that's very lamprey-like. There are no words for those thoughts. They belong to the world of water. It's like when we were in the womb. We were thinking things in there, but we can't express those thoughts in the language we use out here. Right?

Cats know everything. Not like dogs.

There is good evidence that when people are put under pressure, they regress to their most habituated ways of responding

laura had hoped, she'd written in her journal, that whatever befell her daughters, they would not be damaged at the level of instinct, that exact phrase.

I just wanted to reach out and touch it. I wanted to reach out and touch it and reach out and touch it, so I reached out and touched it, and she quick stood up and punched me in the arm.

Sometimes I wonder what I would be like if left to revert to nature—with

Writing's just as natural to me as getting up and cooking breakfast.

The writing process, the way I go about it is I do whatever the beat feels like, whatever the beat is telling me to do. Usually when the beat comes on, I think of a hook or the subject I want to rap about almost instantly. Within four, eight bars of it playing I'm just like, 'Oh, OK. This is what I wanna do'.

My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle.

I've never gone wrong trusting my gut.

I don't look for signs. But when things happen, I say, 'OK, something must be right.' Or 'OK, something must be wrong.'

I made the wrong decision myself in my career. I tried to battle against the system. I should have never done that, but I didn't have anybody else who showed me how to do it before. I did everything on instinct.

I've done enough of this that I can tell early on if it's going in the wrong direction or not.

I'd do anything at the right time, and I would also do things at the wrong time if they felt right.

My mother says I was writing before I was crawling. I wrote in the dirt with a twig.