What is now reason was formerly impulse or instinct.
Listening only to my instincts, I discovered superb things.
We, as humans, have actually developed a sense of social responsibility. We have gone beyond our basic instincts.
Morale is not a single instinct. It has many ingredients. A sense of personal responsibility, the natural courage of an individual, the amount of his acquired self-discipline -- and above all his interest in others -- these together make up the spirit of morale.
And the flesh is that reprehensible preference for self that lurks within every one of our hearts. It is that base and selfish instinct to preserve our own interests at the expense of God's interests. It's devious, it's deceitful, it's self-indulgent. It's interested only in selfish comfort and will happily crucify Christ afresh to secure it. God also has another name for it- sin.
The soul, by an instinct stronger than reason, ever associates beauty with truth.
Ambivalence reaches the level of schizophrenia in our treatment of violence among the young. Parents do not encourage violence, but neither do they take up arms against the industries which encourage it. Parents hide their eyes from the books and comics, slasher films, videos and lyrics which form the texture of an adolescent culture. While all successful societies have inhibited instinct, ours encourages it. Or at least we profess ourselves powerless to interfere with it.
Intuition always has our best interest at heart.
How we act with each other really reveals our most animal instincts.
When you know something is wrong for you, you have to make difficult decisions and trust your instincts.
God forgive me if I do wrong in following with ardor the strongest instincts of my nature.
Love what you do. Believe in your instincts. And you'd better be able to pick yourself up and brush yourself off every day.
Follow your instincts and live with the consequences.
Your inner voice, your instinct, knows everything.
How can you defy fear? Fear is a human instinct, just like hunger. Whether you like it or not, you become hungry. Similarly with fear. But I have learned to train myself to live with this fear.
I was an English major in college, I went to a creative-writing program, and all my life, I really read and thought about fiction as a craft and an art form. I feel like I know a lot about it, and can trust my instincts.
One puzzling thing about men -- they allow their sex instinct to drive them to where their intelligence never would take them.
You must trust your instinct, intuition and judgment.
Everything I've done in my life has been by instinct. I never had any doubt I could do anything. . . I always knew I was going to be a writer.
Stick to your instincts.