Quotes About Impulse

Can I ask you a question?" I never know how to answer this. Should I go with my first impulse, which is always "no" or just give in to the inevitable? I said, "Is it contract-relevant?

I meant to wait until I was back up to at least 90 percent performance reliability but I heard Amena say, "There's no weapon, you got the wrong ship." The fear in her voice was more obvious and I was suddenly in the room. (Impulse control; I should try to write a code patch for that.)

Reflexes and instincts are not pretty. It is their decoration that initiates art.

Sometimes people get angry and do things they shouldn't. Things they regret.

They are hungering for "a deep sexual experience." They'll sleep with anybody who wears braids or a choker. I

And he'd have to track them down if he wanted something to do besides go charging back into the house and kissing Molly again. Right in front of her brother this time. Oh, there was an idea fit to get a man shot.

The only true love is love at first sight; second sight dispels it.

Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.

Love is a spendthrift, leaves it arithmetic at home, is always in the red.

Love is nature's way of bypassing reason.

Love, like fire, cannot subsist without constant impulse; it ceases to live from the moment it ceases to hope or to fear

tokenism does not change stereotypes or social systems but works to preserve them, since it dulls the revolutionary impulse.

What is desire but the hard wire argument given to the mind's unstoppable mouth

I have a remarkable ability to delete all better judgement from my brain when I get my head set on something. I have no sense of moderation, no sense of caution. I have no sense pretty much.

I have a remarkable ability to delete all better judgment from my brain when I get my head set on something. Everything is done at all costs. I have no sense of moderation, no sense of caution. I have no sense, pretty much.

If you spend your whole life being careful not to break anything, you'll get terribly bored, you know … I can't think of anything more fun than being impulsive.

Why, oh why had he taken up Debbie's offer of a free personal training session, and today of all days? There was no way he was going to get ripped abs by this evening, and the muscles he suspected he'd torn in his lower back were hardly the same thing.

That is what the taste of blood does. It takes away the gap between thought and action.To think is to do. There is no unlived life inside you as the air speeds past your body, as you look down at the dreary villages and market towns...

Surely anyone who has ever had a smartphone or a Twitter account can relate to such compulsive behavior. Check, check, check, and once more, just to see. When the ability to check something turns into the compulsion to do so, we often find ourselves craving the time before, when there was no ability to check in the first place.

And yet she did understand: not only the lengths to which a mother might go to protect her child; but the impulsive acts to which a heart, disturbed by years of longing, might be prone.

The notion of "long-term greedy" vanished into thin air as the game became about getting your check before the melon hit the pavement.

Even in his books, where he's allegedly trying to string multiple thoughts together, Trump wanders randomly from impulse to impulse, seemingly without rhyme or reason. He doesn't think anything through. (He's brilliantly cast this driving-blind trait as "not being politically correct.") It

Before he began destroying the stock, he was aware of no intention to do it. The only correlative to the impulse that he could think of – and this was a thought that occurred to him mid-act, as he hefted a three litre jar of psychofuel above his head, the top of his skull lifted off, holes drilled in his spine, anger playing him like a flute – was when he was a recidivist in his addictions, and would find himself honking up the grokk without really wanting it.

The Grand Master felt surging within him one of those half-crazy rages which had so often come upon him in his prison, making him shout aloud and beat the walls. He felt that he was upon the point of committing some violent and terrible act – he did not know exactly what – but he felt the impulse to do something.