Quotes About Instinct

I'm the type of guy, I get mad if I see you keep dribbling in front of me. I'm going to try to get it eventually. I just got a knack for the ball, I guess.

I was directing before I knew it was called that.

Even at the age of 12, I knew I had to become a bodybuilder. I don't know why or how, but I just knew.

The natural instinct when you get concussed, when you get knocked out, as soon as you come up is to get up and fight and keep going.

I think I have an instinct of, like, the right record comes knocking at my door and says, 'Want to come out to play?' and I go.

I'm knocking fools out. I'm beating guys because that's what I was born to do.

I had an instinct before and maybe now I don't have that instinct as much as knowing what to do, what shots to hit, where to place the ball, things like that.

The instinct of the Labour Party is if there's a problem, change the leader, then sit back, fold your arms and wait to be disappointed because they're sure it's not going to deliver.

Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become

Like the road that got you here, the road through parenthood is unmarked. You can't cruise through it. Sometimes decisions are quick and instinctual, but often they're not. Doubts and dilemmas block every straightaway. There's only one directional sign along the way, and it reads, "Why not?

I didn't hear him behind me. I felt him. Electric. Wild. One foot in the swamp. Never going to crawl all the way out. And I wanted to have sex with whatever he was. Where was I supposed to put that in my head?

What are you?" I said irritably. "In the Serengeti, Ms. Lane, I would be the cheetah. I'm stronger, smarter, faster, and hungrier than everything else out there. And I don't apologize to the gazelle when I take it down.

If you can't fuck it, eat it or use it for a weapon--kill it.

It had just been made excruciatingly clear to him that the human male brain and the human male cock couldn't both sustain sufficient amounts of blood to function at the same time. It was one or the other, and the human male apparently didn't get to choose which one.

He was on me before my brain processed the fact that he was coming for me.

Moth to a flame I follow.

That part of his body was simply uncontrollable, apparently functioning in accordance to a single law of nature: She existed--he got a hard-on.

Lust is a thing of the blood. Doesn't need head or heart.

I want to drop to all fours and bay like a wild thing drunk on being hungry and strong, a beast that could fuck for days without cease if I could only find someone that could take it as hard and long a I can give it.

What happens when a sheepdog gets bit by a wolf?" "Duh. It becomes a wolf." "No. It becomes a sheepdog that fights with the lawlessness and savagery of a wolf.

Only humans kill with hate. When you kill, you must kill like an animal.

I welcome her feral nature.

It's unnecessary to understand how an animal became rabid to put it down

Ahhhh! I fucking hate that phrase. I don't make love. I fuck. That's it. Plain and simple. Fuck. Clearly defined. No strings attached. As in rut and grunt and get my rocks off. I'm the caveman. I'm the sexual barbarian.