Quotes About Impulse

Anger is like a flame blazing up and consuming our self-control, making us think, say, and do things that we will probably regret later.

Anger may bring extra energy, but it eclipses the best part of our brain: its rationality. The energy of anger is almost always unreliable.

The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.

Never hit anyone in anger, unless you're absolutely sure you can get away with it.

He submits himself to be seen through a microscope, who suffers himself to be caught in a fit of passion.

Anger is a momentary madness.

When you do something because you're angry, you almost always do the wrong thing.

Sanguine felt the ridiculous urge to reach out and poke him, just to see if he'd react, but he'd seen that kind of anger before. It was the quiet kind. The dangerous kind.

When you are angry, you make bad decisions in direct proportion to the level of your anger.

I have thought about punching people out. Sometimes, I've thought, 'Why don't I just act on that impulse?' But then, I've never hit anybody in anger. Hey! I've never hit anybody for fun.

Men, being accustomed to act on reflection themselves, are a great deal too apt to believe that women act on reflection, too. Women do nothing of the sort. They act on impulse; and, in nine cases out of ten, they are heartily sorry for it afterward.

We are tossed about by external causes in many ways, and like waves driven by contrary winds, we waver and are unconscious of the issue and our fate.' We think we are most ourselves when we are most passionate, whereas it is then we are most passive, caught in some ancestral torrent of impulse or feeling, and swept on to a precipitate reaction which meets only part of the situation because without thought only part of a situation can be perceived.

For when fear is overcome, curiosity and constructiveness are free, and man passes by natural impulse towards the understanding and embellishment of life.

It's amazing how sudden the effect is - it must be the result of a deep atavistic mating urge buried inside us. A glance and you think: 'Yes, this is the one, this one is right for me.' Every instinct in your body seems to sing in unison.

Only Southerners have taken horsewhips and pistols to editors about the treatment or maltreatment of their manuscript. This--the actual pistols--was in the old days, of course, we no longer succumb to the impulse. But it is still there, within us.

I was a little crazy. You know how it is, how you want to rush into something you know is going to happen, no matter what it is. I guess lovers and suicides both know that feeling.

There are tumults of the mind, when, like the great convulsions of Nature, all seems anarchy and returning chaos; yet often, in those moments of vast disturbance, as in the strife of Nature itself, some new principle of order, or some new impulse of conduct, develops itself, and controls, and regulates, and brings to an harmonious consequence, passions and elements which seem only to threaten despair and subversion.

the mall crowds swaying like wind-blown grass, a field of flesh shot through with sudden eddies of need and gratification

Kid -- the next time I say, 'Let's go someplace like Bolivia,' let's go someplace like Bolivia.

The community stagnates without the impulse of the individual; the impulse dies away without the sympathy of the community.

Our impulsive belief is here always what sets up the original body of truth, and our articulately verbalized philosophy is but its showy translation into formulas. The unreasoned and immediate assurance is the deep thing in us, the reasoned argument is but a surface exhibition. Instinct leads, intelligence does but follow.

how infinitely passionate a thing religion at its highest flights can be. Like love, like wrath, like hope, ambition, jealousy, like every other instinctive eagerness and impulse, it adds to life an enchantment which is not rationally or logically deducible from anything else.

I only ask that we think carefully before we act. Let us not, in our anger, do something we will regret later. It is easy to start a bonfire, hard to put it out.

Hey boy! / So don't even tell me your name / All I need to know is whose place / And let's get walking...