Quotes About Instinct

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home.

I don't remember sitting down and saying, 'This is why I want to be--an actress.' I just knew. It was never a conscious decision or a revelation.

A half-century before Madonna, Gypsy [Rose Lee] understood how to make performance out of desire, how to exploit the very human and eternal instinct to always want most what we'll never have.

Generally my instinct is to not do biographical movies. I want to build characters and not be locked into playing a part in history.

I think singing comes most naturally for me. Because it's part of your body - it's a natural thing. You can practice all you want but it's part of your body.

My brained warned me, but my heart didn't want to take its advice.

We do things because we want it, not because they're good for us.

First feelings are always the most natural.

Her maternal instinct told her Natasha had too much of something, and because of this she would not be happy

There is a great streak of violence in every human being. If it is not channeled and understood, it will break out in war or in madness.

War is behavior with roots in the single cell of the primeval seas. Eat whatever you touch or it will eat you.

How did you know?' she asked as he sat her on her feet inside the door. 'I didn't. This was just in case.' he lied, this man who'd had women pursuing him since his adolescence…

Killing is like riding, you see. One never really loses the knack.

When death visits, it's every man for himself.

When you are hungry for something, you often do not use your best judgment.

The heart always does what it needs to do.

Anything she says will be ok with him -- this she feels instinctively. She looks up and meets his eyes: eagle against the sky, his eyes boring into her. He leans over and kisses her, first lightly, then his arms circles her waist and his hand grasps a shoulder blade, pulling her up and closer. Inside her a diamond, the glittering spot where her feelings have solidified into the hardest substance on earth, catches fire and melts.

There was inside her a core of fury and independence and self-preservation, the genetic heritage of survival.

Birds are not difficult to understand. Their behaviour tells me what they are thinking. Generally it runs along the lines of: Is this food? Is this? What about this? This might be food. I am almost certain that this is. Or occasionally: It is raining. I do not like it.

You know, he said when I opened the door to get out of the car, I can remember almost every murder I ever worked on. I dream about them. It's all in my head. And sometimes something just clicks. Sometimes you got it. It's like with a broad. Sometimes you just know. Know what? I asked. If it's a fit, he said.

Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.

Oh, that I do know...Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.

The raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound, and I know where the mouth is. And I think the word he's trying to say is 'please'. Pity, not vengeance sends my arrow flying into his skull.

I can almost hear Haymitch groaning as I team up with this wispy child. But I want her. Because she's a survivor, and I trust her, and why not admit it? She reminds me of Prim.