Quotes About Instinct

We ride through life on the beast within us. Beat the animal, but you can't make it think.

Life learned early on to recognize itself.

Intuition is the only true guide in life.

The problem that we, as living organisms, face - and not we only, humans, but any living organism faces - is the management of life.

One must act in painting as in life, directly.

It taught me that Clinton's instinct to make this about your life as a citizen, rather than his as a human being, was the right answer to these things.

Locksley? It was. The fall of pale hair, the set of wide shoulders, the posture of his body. Unmistakable. She knew him instantly. And knew, without knowing why, that she would always know him.

En fait suivre votre instinct, c'est tout ce qui compte, dans la vie. Faire ce que vous avez envie de faire. Lorsque vous avez trouvé votre voie, il faut vous donner à fond et tout alors devient possible et vous pourrez surfer sur les plus grosses vagues. Et être heureux.

La vie est un sursaut. Il faut s'adapter quoi qu'il arrive, non ?

I trust that when the time comes, I will know what's best.

I can just tell that you're the kind of girl who does.

I suppose in matters of the heart, there's no predicting how a person will or won't behave.

FEW CAN IGNORE A BABY'S CRIES, EVEN IF THE RESPONSE IS IRRITATION. THIS IS ONE OF THE BUILT IN SAFEGUARDS THAT IS SUPPOSED TO GUARANTEE THE SURVIVAL OF THE RACE.

Evolution designed us to cry out if we are being abandoned. To make as much noise as possible so the tribe will come back for us.

My question for Will is: Does this feel like a country at peace or at war? I'm joking, sort of, but he answers seriously. He says it feels the way it does just before it starts. It's a weird thing, but you learn to pick up on it. Even while everybody's convincing themselves it's going to be okay, it's there in the air somehow. The whole thing is more physical than mental, he tells me. Like hackles? The way a dog's hackles go up? Yes, he says.

Are animals lonely? Other animals, I mean.

But the smell of her hair. The way she clasped her hand around my fingers. This was like medicine. For once, I didn't have to think. The animal was ascendant.

Ideas are the finery we wrap our brains in, to hide the reptile core that we can't escape. The reptile brain, Ron, is a vestige of the past from which we can't seem to slip loose. We chug-chug-chug toward the future, and the world of ideas grows exponentially, but we are still base creatures at times. We all have those sad, tragic moments where we neglect thought and act on old, withered snippets of instinct.

Listen to your gut, her father was fond of saying, but make up your own damn mind.

I love eating chicken with my bare hands. It makes me want to snarl at people, even more than usual.

Fox-terriers are born with about four times as much original sin in them as other dogs are...

I never got a formal education. So my intellect is my common sense. I don't have anything else going for me. And my common sense opens the door to instinct.

Ever let your parakeet out of its cage? My parakeet will fly across the room, right into the mirror. . . . He will hit that mirror: Bang! He's so stupid. Even if he thought the mirror was another room, you'd think he'd try to avoid hitting the other parakeet.

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