Analysis kills spontaneity. The grain once ground into flour germinates no more.
She knows her timing, always knows. The time to strike or the time to starve. Her eyes as a clock, she watches she waits she learns, and in the second she blinks, she changes her mind just like that.
You might be an introvert if you were ready to go home before you left the house.
[On Schopenhauer in Black and White] Schopenhauer's views of love are flawed. Love can't be merely an illusion of the mind to aid in procreation, but the path to redemption for an otherwise violently...
Even those who want to go to heaven would rather kill than be killed.
Feelings could override facts, as facts could alter feelings. Choose the truth first, rather than following after feelings.
Listen to your instinct. It is your greatest treasure. Your beauty in the outside reflects your inner beauty.
Statistics are no substitute for judgement.
Trusting our intuition often saves us from disaster.
Love alters all. Unblood my instinct, love.
It does no good to run. And it does no good to hide. But I know what it's like. Your brain shuts down, and you follow your instincts. Or, at least, you you do. But you know what you're really doing?...