Quotes About Impulse

I believe in sex on a first date. Otherwise, how do you know if a second date is worth the effort?

Grant us a brief delay; impulse in everything is but a worthless servant.

Few of us can accurately gauge how we will feel tomorrow or next week. That's why when you go to the supermarket on an empty stomach, you'll buy too much, and if you shop after a big meal, you'll buy too little.

If I'm awake at 2 A.M., I'm either suffering from anxiety or doing something I will regret tomorrow.

I hate myself seconds after I've gotten angry but it's too late by then. I start defending my actions after that. It's shameful.

I never ever take into consideration the consequences of my actions until it's too late.

People who think too much before they act don't act too much.

I don't think about consequences too much.

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.

If a topic hits me, I'll start going on it. But you can't force it.

Looking for causes and reasons is a deeply ingrained human impulse. We are pattern-recognizing creatures, quick to see faces in craters on Mars or connections between the location of Venus in the sky and the state of our love life.

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Try telling a starving vampire to control himself when there's warm blood on his lips. You'd have as much luck telling a burning man not to scream.

Love is a strange thing. Sometimes it springs up where you least expect it. You can't control it. And I think you just have to act on it. Encourage it,

He smiled in a way that made me want to kiss him right on the spot. Or the lips. Whichever was closer.

If she had known all that right from the beginning, then why hadn't she stopped? Why give into something which you knew instinctively was doomed on so many levels? Because human nature wasn't like that. It made you reach out and grab at the unreachable.

a heart's spurt of rage.

A line of dark-eyed women dribbled out the door, continued past the sundries shop next door, and folded around the corner. They waited politely despite every impulse to rush the police station, leap over the desks, and tear at the files. After each unsuccessful query, they whispered down the line that the man in question could not be found, but each woman still believed her husband would be the exception.

Gwen was fighting really hard not to get caught up in Blayne's excitement. She'd done it before, gotten caught up. And that way laid madness…and jail time.

In fact, his adult brain acted like his adolescent brain used to. It stopped functioning. All it wanted to do was wrap itself around the owner of that scent and purr.

No, you'll regret it in the morning." "But it'll make me happy now.

Can I come ? " Blayne asked. "No you'll wander the aisles and want to buy things that aren't needed for this process. But I will pick you up a couple of those giant butterfingers that they sell at the cash register." Blayne grinned "Okay !

Mace really wanted to shift right then and there. Rip the mans throat out and bring his lifeless corpse back to Dez as a kinda pre-wedding gift. Although right in the middle of Macy's ...that might be a bit tacky. Even for him.

Happy birthday," she said. "And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.