#instinct

I get 0.5 seconds to react to a ball, sometimes even less than that. I can't be thinking of what XYZ has said about me. I need to surrender myself to my natural instincts. My subconscious mind knows exactly what to do. It is trained to react. At home, my family doesn't discuss media coverage. ↗

— Sachin Tendulkar

#ball #conscious mind #coverage #discuss #even

I really like to experiment. That's the only way I can work. It's instinctive. ↗

— F. Murray Abraham

#i #i can #instinctive #like #only

Surely we have always acted; it is an instinct inherent in all of us. Some of us are better at it than others, but we all do it. ↗

— Laurence Olivier

#always #better #inherent #instinct #others

I trust my instincts. ↗

— Billy Zane

#instincts #trust

Art, as I see it, is any human activity which doesn’t grow out of either of our species’ two basic instincts: survival and reproduction. ↗

— Scott McCloud

#comics #creativity #human-activity #instincts #reproduction

Poetry proceeds from the totality of man, sense, imagination, intellect, love, desire, instinct, blood and spirit together. ↗

— Jacques Maritain

#desire #imagination #instinct #intellect #love

Death releases the energy into air. If a true catastrophe is looming, the disturbance becomes such that a sensitive individual may become highly troubled by it. He may be aware exactly when and where it will occur. He may see an aura around people who are soon to die. Or he may see images of the disaster beforehand... ↗

— Jed Rubenfeld

#freudian #psychology #death

To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here.' To say 'I am. ↗

— O.R. Melling

#self #strength #the-book-of-dreams #wild #wolves

Yoga says instinct is a trace of an old experience that has been repeated many times and the impressions have sunk down to the bottom of the mental lake. Although they go down, they aren’t completely erased. Don’t think you ever forget anything. All experiences are stored in the chittam; and, when the proper atmosphere is created, they come to the surface again. When we do something several times it forms a habit. Continue with that habit for a long time, and it becomes your character. Continue with that character and eventually, perhaps in another life, it comes up as instinct. (92) ↗

— Swami Satchidananda

#character-building #experience #habit #instinct #reincarnation

That was the real secret of the Tarahumara: they'd never forgotten what it felt like to love running. They remembered that running was mankind's first fine art, our original act of inspired creation. Way before we were scratching pictures on caves or beating rhythms on hollow trees, we were perfecting the art of combining our breath and mind and muscles into fluid self-propulsion over wild terrain. And when our ancestors finally did make their first cave paintings, what were the first designs? A downward slash, lightning bolts through the bottom and middle--behold, the Running Man. Distance running was revered because it was indispensable; it was the way we survived and thrived and spread across the planet. You ran to eat and to avoid being eaten; you ran to find a mate and impress her, and with her you ran off to start a new life together. You had to love running, or you wouldn't live to love anything else. And like everyhing else we ove--everything we sentimentally call our 'passions' and 'desires' it's really an encoded ancestral necessity. We were born to run; we were born because we run. We're all Running People, as the Tarahumara have always known. ↗

— Christopher McDougall

#non-fiction #passion #running #art