Quotes About Impulse

I tend to think too much, Bast. My greatest successes came from decisions I made when I stopped thinking and simply did what felt right. Even if there was no good explanation for what I did." He

I see the problem," I said slowly. "I don't seem to have any behavioral filters.

My greatest successes came from decisions I made when I stopped thinking and simply did what felt right.

My greatest successes came from decisions I made when I stopped thinking and simply did what felt right. Even if there was no good explanation for what I did." He smiled wistfully. "Even if there were very good reasons for me not to do what I did.

Human behavior is a series of lunges, of which, it is sometimes sensed, the direction is inevitable.

Life is at the bottom of things and belief at the top, while the creative impulse, dwelling in the center, informs all.

The moment of creative impulse is what an artist gives you. You look at a Pollock, and it can't give you the tools to do a painting like that yourself, but in doing the work, Pollock shares with you the moment of creative impulse that drove him to do that work.

Horniness is a human constant, the engine that drives the world, and even back then, in the dark age of the mid-twentieth century, students were fucking like rabbits.

My biggest weakness is patience, wanting to see things happen too quickly or get changes in place right away. Not having the patience to let things develop.

From the point of view of the partial drive, this other person is always a means, and he/she never becomes a goal in him/herself. In pragmatic terms, this suggests that the drive does not require a person as a subject in any way. The movement of the partial impulse is that of an arc, a boomerang, that passes over the other person, returns to itself, and closes in on itself, creating a totality, a completed action, self- gratification

How did he die?' 'He shot himself with an Italian pistol he'd bought in Rome just before he married her.

But love is love. It makes you do terribly stupid things.

The faster you drink, the faster you can try to erase whatever needs erasing.

Not at all. But love is love. It makes you do terribly stupid things.

Why we couldn't stop drinking or talking or kissing the wrong people no matter what it ruined.

everything about this moment is so sharp and lovely, I do something completely out of character and just let myself have it.

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

How instant it was, desire. It was like a bomb exploding, fragmenting and igniting all her nerve endings.

Hay un momento, un instante en la eternidad. Antes de descubrir la verdad el uno sobre el otro. Ese simple momento es el que nos impulsa a través de la vida - cuando nos sentimos como si estamos en el borde de nuestro futuro, de pie sobre el abismo, antes de saber a ciencia cierta que amamos. Antes de saber a ciencia cierta que amamos para siempre.

I find this to be true of my spiritual life, and maybe it applies to yours as well: I think about things more than I do them; I ponder what seems their goodness more than I perform them. As if my thought alone were enough. But a thought alone isn't quite enough; it's an impulse and not a commitment, a passing thing that doesn't take root unless you plant it and make it grow.

Eat, drink, and couple like minks, for tomorrow you could come down with one hell of a pony drip, and Mrs. Lee will ban you from the premises.

A word does not start as a word – it is an end product which begins as an impulse, stimulated by attitude and behaviour which dictates the need for expression.

Exploring the meaning of others' actions is then a precursor of children's ability to label and find meaningful their own psychological experiences. This ability arguably underlies the capacities for affect regulation, impulse control, self-monitoring, and the experience of self-agency—the building blocks of the organization of the self.

“Look,” said Esau, “I am about to die, so what good is a birthright to me?”