Quotes About Intuition

The land knows you, even when you are lost.

Our indigenous herbalists say to pay attention when plants come to you; they're bringing you something you need to learn.

You could hear a mouse fart.

When I write, I fall into the zone many writers, painters, musicians, athletes, and craftsmen of all sorts seem to share: In doing something I enjoy and am expert at, deliberate thought falls aside and it is all just THERE. I think of the next word no more than the composer thinks of the next note.

it is not the taste considered in itself, that we hold to our lips, and you can no more understand the virtues of a wine through a blind tasting than you could understand the virtues of a woman through a blindfold kiss.

I had been wandering, looking for something novel, something that suited my fancy. I came upon that place at that time in the same way we find anything. I let my desires lead me and I followed my instincts.

People who grew up in the Ozark Mountains are among the most superstitious group in American history. Their intuitions generally involved things like • A red sunrise is a sign of rain. • If a rooster crows near the back door, company is coming. • Ghostly visions of the Ozarkians are often believed to be beloved family members coming back from the dead to offer help or comfort. There were hundreds, often used

Grant adopted unusual precautions, returning to the Willard Hotel twice daily for meals and staying indoors at night. When he set eyes on images of John Wilkes Booth, he immediately recognized the sinister horseman who had shadowed his path to the train station and knew that he himself had stood on the death list of intended victims.

John D. Rockefeller had an unfailing knack for knowing who would help or hinder him in his career, an instinct only sharpened by time.

He doesn't act on analysis.

But common sense is deceptive precisely because it is based on common experience.

He always found a simple, easy way to reach the correct answer.

People don't look for complications. You hear hoofbeats, you look for horses, not zebras.

You don't let an armed man ride behind you unless you know him.

He had big wrists. They were as thick as most men's ankles. Summer stood next to the map, staring at the pushpins, like she was leading his gaze toward them and saying: We know. I sat at my desk. "What's your name?" I said. "For the record." "Trifonov," he said. His accent was heavy and abrupt, all in his throat.

he could hear faint sounds from their

A little bit, I guess. But for me it's mostly the eyes. Either there's someone home or there isn't. Either you want to knock on that door or you don't.

He also said, if you can't acquaint an opponent with tease, you must acquaint his head with the sidewalk. He was a man of sound instincts.

If you hear hoof beats, you look for horses, not zebras.

She looked away. Her name was Marilyn. Marilyn Stone. She had been married to Chester for a long time. She knew it all. She had no real details, no real proof, no inclusion, but she knew it all anyway. How could she not know? She had eyes and a brain.

No reason to look for complications. You hear hoof beats, you look for horses, not zebras.

When your instinct tells you something's wrong, then something's wrong. Always listen to your gut. It's what will save you from getting shoved into the back of some thug's car.

He knew from long experience that nobody would try to join him. Nobody ever did. He radiated subliminal stay away signals and sane people obeyed them

Logos without nous: that is in a way what modern science wants to be. Nous without logos is mysticism.