Quotes About Impulse

I go by instinct. ... I don't worry about experience.

When I do things without any explanation, but just with spontaneity ... I can be sure that I am right.

Spontaneity is the quality of being able to do something just because you feel like it at the moment, of trusting your instincts, of taking yourself by surprise and snatching from the clutches of your well-organized routine a bit of unscheduled pleasure.

Impulse without reason is not enough, and reason without impulse is a poor makeshift.

Ideas pull the trigger, but instinct loads the gun.

Good instincts usually tell you what to do long before your head has figured it out.

The thinker philosophizes as the lover loves. Even were the consequences not only useless but harmful, he must obey his impulse.

We shall keep our horizon perfectly, absolutely, crystallinely open, ready every day for the scouring gales of impulse.

None of us can estimate what we do when we do it from instinct.

The only things that distinguish us from the rest of the animals, Madam is our habit of drinking when we are not thirsty and making love at any time.

Two things control man's nature: instinct and experience.

Lust and force are the source of all our actions; lust causes voluntary actions, force involuntary ones.

One starts an action simply because one must do something.

Urgent necessity prompts many to do things.

I'm going to spend it all. . . why leave it to our errors?

The finer impulse of our nature.

We steal if we touch tomorrow. It is God's.

ako svaki udari onog ko mu smeta i ko mu je najbliži pri ruci, to onda nema kraja; ode bitka na kraj svijeta.

Why would I kill someone I don't know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and havent't killed any of them?

Decisions made quickly were almost always regretted quickly.

A pity it was so early in the day and I couldn't treat myself to the roller coaster. we'll have to come back, you and I, and make up for it. Sure, when I've lost my mind and want to rush screaming through the air in a little car.

She didn't want the medi-techs. She wanted a fucking candy bar. [...] She reached down [...] and chose a Galaxy bar [...] I'm going home. You didn't pay for that, Francois shouted after her. Fuck you, Frank, she shouted back and kept going.

Why would I kill someone I don't know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and haven't killed any of them?

Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.