Quotes About Instinct

I always say that when it comes to picking a single, firstly you have to go with what feels right and what your gut tells you.

At the base of it, my gut instinct tells me that there's a kind of fundamental misogyny in the culture. There just is. You know, there's just a weird anxiety around women.

When it comes to making a song, whatever the beat tells me to do, I do.

When your heart tells you something, you have to go with it.

I always look for the character that gets into your guts and tells you, 'You have to play this.' You have to be brave enough to let everything else go and let the character guide you. When I read a script, I look for that kind of pull.

Man is a rational animal who always loses his temper when called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.

The primitive fight-or-flight regions of our mammalian brains react to immediate danger. We instinctively run from an avalanche but the gradual retreat of a glacier, the portent of the far greater danger of rising temperatures and rising oceans, just doesn't get through to us in the same way.

I don't use a Beatmap; I don't use any click track. Any time I count off, it's just in my heart. Sometimes I'll go off the feel of a crowd, like if they way they're bouncing is a little quicker than the song, I might kick up the tempo a little bit. I see where the crowd is at. It's nothing drastic, but all the tempos are from my internal clock.

True beasts know no gods.

Sense entered into a short, violent skirmish with instinct and inclination, and was overwhelmed.

Instinct was clawing at him like an importuning dog.

No self-respecting blowfly wants to lay eggs in acid.

A pause. Sense entered into a short, violent skirmish with instinct and inclination, and was overwhelmed.

You think he had it in him to kill her, do you?" "Of course I do," said Somé dismissively. "Of course he has. All of us have got it in us, somewhere, to kill.

Never ignore a gut feeling, but never believe that it's enough.

Pictures tell the story of actual impulse in the artist—or the lack of it.

A lion is at liberty who can follow the laws of his own nature, who can eat when his stomach tells him, who can sleep when his fierce eyes grow weary, who can scratch long furrows in a forest tree when his claws feel so disposed. He is not at liberty when he lives in a cage, is fed on horseflesh at 4 p.m., and is compelled at the point of a red-hot poker to spell P-I-G – PIG, in the presence of a diverted crowd.

I think that the insane desire one has sometimes to bang and kick grumblers and peevish persons is a Divine instinct.

Not wanting to die was another universal constant, it seemed.

There is something restful in the unconsciousness of animals—unconscious, that is, of all the things that matter so much to us and do not matter at all to them.

Swift-Killer had never hurt so. Her last thought was that Bright had decided to punish her for having the temerity to attempt to talk to God. The automatic protective mechanisms in her body, activated by the lack of body reserves and the shock from the topside burns, suddenly took over. The animal reflexes were turned off, and for the first time in untold generations, a cheela went to sleep.

All the learning in the world cannot replace instinct.

I don't know...just a feeling, like in..." Xander thought for a moment. "Star Wars. You know, when Han Solo says, 'I've got a bad feeling about this'?

A coincidence was like a matador's red cape; if you spotted one, your instinct told you to do more than stand there and paw at the ground in frustration.