Quotes About Instinct

Is that racist – I mean, to be attracted to a type? Probably, but what you want is what you want, right? Your dick doesn't know fuck about political correctness, even if the rest of you is pretty well-versed.

I have a feeling, one of those gut feelings, that I'll make pretty good movies the rest of my life.

I am in another world, a world where faith and prayer are instinctive and universal, where not to pray, not to be able to pray, is an affliction worse than blindness, where disconnection from God is worse than losing a limb.

It is the return of a dog to his vomit.

Keep the faith, don't lose your perseverance and always trust your gut extinct.

You can take a cub from the savannah as they have, and raise it like a pet if you like. In a cage, as some do, or running free like Paddy. You can feed it fresh meat so it never learns to hunt and brush its coat so it carries a human smell wherever it goes—but know that what you've done is twist something natural into something else. And you can never trust on unnatural thing. - Charles Clutterbuck

He would eat me here or drag me off to a glade or valley only he knew of, a place from which I'd never return. The last thought I remember having was This is how it feels, then. This is what it means to be eaten by a lion.

It sounds like caveman stuff to me. If he keeps you in animal skins, tending the cook fire, no other man will see you, let alone want you.

The problem with cats is that they get the exact same look on their face whether they see a moth or an axe-murderer.

The problem with cats is that they get the same exact look whether they see a moth or an ax-murderer.

Some women run with wolves, but the majority would be much happier with your basic lap dog.

She nodded thoughtfully. "Well, I've found men will believe almost anything when their blood is flowing away from their brains.

She was apt at hunting, a naturally trained bird of prey who would beat the game and always bring it back to the hunter. And speaking of the devil Ã¢â'¬Â¦ It

Don't allow your mind to tell your heart what to do. The mind gives up easily

ROSAURA: Hipogrifo violento que corriste parejas con el viento, ¿dónde, rayo sin llama, pájaro sin matiz, pez sin escama, y bruto sin instinto natural, al confuso laberinto de esas desnudas peñas te desbocas, te arrastras y despeñas? Quédate en este monte, donde tengan los brutos su Faetonte; que yo, sin más camino que el que me dan las leyes del destino, ciega y desesperada bajaré la cabeza enmarañada de este monte eminente,

I was in the ecstasy of babies then. I was on a long, oxytocin high. Noone told me about this. Noone told me I would feel like a wild animal ready to kill or be killed at a moment's notice with no hesitation at all right now for my baby. I would sit on the bed at night nursing Lally and I would imagine a lion jumping through the window. I would plan how to kill him. I knew the lion would be immediately dead. I knew that no matter what, my baby would survive.

Women's bodies have near-perfect knowledge of childbirth; it's when their brains get involved that things can go wrong.

What seemed delicacy in him was usually a way of avoiding trouble; what seemed like sympathy was the instinct to prevent trouble before it started. It was hard to see what growing older would mean to such a person. His emotions, from lack of exercise, had disappeared almost altogether. Adaptability and curiosity, he had found, did just as well.

chose to love my friends. I chose to love my wife. I think I even chose to love my parents as I got older. But I had no say in loving my children. The love for my children is beyond my control. It's animal. It's like hunger. It's more than hunger—there have been times I could control my hunger (although I can't remember any off the top of my head). I love my children like I need to breathe.

He will embrace a pure system, from its abstract truth, its beauty, its simplicity, and its promise of wide-extended benefit; unless custom has turned poison into food, he will hate the brutal pleasures of the chase by instinct; it will be a contemplation full of horror and disappointment to his mind, that beings capable of the gentlest and most admirable sympathies should take delight in the death-pangs and last convulsions of dying animals.

I had noticed, even then, that there were certain women whom other women instinctively disliked, and that these women invariably had more bait in the water than the women who disliked them.

They do this by shaming or intimidating you whenever you have a natural impulse to have sympathy for yourself, or stand up for yourself. The instinct to care for yourself and to protect yourself against unfairness is then forced to become dormant.

Mindfulness is a perspective that weds your capacity for self-observation with your instinct of self-compassion.

Animals do not view freezing as a sign of inadequacy or weakness, nor should we.