Quotes About Instinct

She lives on the fumes of whiskey and the iron in the blood of her prey.

Slow down,' he said, 'so I can see how you do it,' but she'd laughed and said, 'I can't slow down, if I stopped to think how I was doing it I couldn't do it at all.

But remember this above all: defeat your instinct. Your love of glory must conquer your will to survive; or why fight at all? Why not be a smith, a brewer, a wool merchant? Why are you in the contest, if not to win, and if not to win, then to die?

There are moments when a memory moves right through you. You shy, you duck, you run; or else the past takes your fist and actuates it, without the intervention of will. Suppose you have a knife in your fist? That's how murder happens.

Man may be considered as a superior species of animal who produces philosophies and poems in about the same way a silkworm produces their cocoons and bees their hives.

The Killer instinct is not perceived by words, but by look.

The urge to kill is shown by glares, not by words.

It's what's known as the 'why feed a fish if it's already in your net' mentality, but when a fish runs out of food, it has one of two choices: to escape or die

She wished it was an unfamiliar feeling, that ache, the urge that made her hit the gas when she ought to hit the brake.

This is the problem with living by instinct. I don't think.

because no matter how I denied it, some part of me knew what would choose." -Jude Duarte

Charlie Hall, at her best when doing her worst. Whenever she tried to create something, it broke apart in her hands. But blow something up? There, Charlie had an unerring instinct for greatness.

wolves always come

You can't help trying to charm every snake you come upon, no matter how cold-blooded or vicious. Let that one be.

Cardan lies on the rug with one arm propping up his head and the other slung across Jude's waist. He understands everything and nothing he sees on the screen- just as he understands everything and nothing about being here with her family. He feels like a feral cat that might bite out of habit.

Oh, you mean instead of grabbing you?" Ben flinched as though he'd been slapped.

Oak was never taught to fight any way but to kill. He doesn't know any elegant parries. He cannot show off. All he can do is deal death. And once he starts, he doesn't stop. I'm not sure he can.

Maybe I can't help being attracted to her the same way flies can't help being attracted to carnivorous plants.

You gotta be a shark in this business," Benny told her, with his soft voice and his slicked-back hair. "Sniff around for blood in the water.Greet life teeth first. And no matter what, never stop swimming.

Run! I want to shout. But, of course, that's the one thing I don't need to tell her to do.

The scent of weakness is headier than blood.

This is the problem with living by instinct. I don't think.

My body has acclimated, and now it craves what it should revile. An apt metaphor for other things.

Each of us carries a sleeping tiger inside, and we can't predict when that cat will wake, stretch, and sharpen its claws.