Quotes About Intuition

Sports is just something I have a knack to figure out how to play.

I have a knack for choosing the wrong people.

I was directing before I knew it was called that.

I think I have an instinct of, like, the right record comes knocking at my door and says, 'Want to come out to play?' and I go.

You know yourself; you gotta know your seasons. There be certain seasons, it's telepathy.

We all want to believe in the magic of someone knowing what we're thinking.

By knowing your character so well you can't go wrong. All of us kind of fell into that.

The work is flowing from an inner knowing of how things really are.

I had an instinct before and maybe now I don't have that instinct as much as knowing what to do, what shots to hit, where to place the ball, things like that.

I don't think anyone knows as much about what's right for me as I do.

I base a lot of decisions on my gut, and going with an independent label was a good one.

We are not big believers in making decisions solely on the basis of the numbers. But we do think that ignoring what the numbers tell you is pretty silly.

Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become

I've always said, never trust a person without brows, a maxim that has proven true on more than one occasion.

It didn't matter what my heart said, I reminded myself. My heart told me stupid stuff all the time. My heart should just shut the hell up.

I am more human than rational.

Knowing how to see, that is the most important gift from God.

If you ever find yourself presented with a fork in the road of life and you do not know the correct direction, close your eyes and listen to your heart. I have found more adventure, more love, more happiness, and more life by listening to who I am, rather than attempting to tell myself.

You can't look at someone with your eyes and take their measure. You have to look with the heart.

He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.

I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating, solid and sure.....he reads me so well. He's known about my emotional empathy since we were children. Nothing disturbs him...Few can lie to me... I don't know the truth, only that there is a lie. It takes a scrupulously honest man to love me. That's my Sean. We learned to trust each other completely before we were old enough to have learned suspicion.

He gives me a look. I'm not even looking at him and I can feel it.

The heart has its own mind, measures its own time, and if it consults with the brain, doesn't always heed the advice. My brain was screaming—stop hurting already. To a deaf audience.

Face says one thing. Body says another. I listen to the body. Keeps me alive.