Unconscious Behaviors Quotes

Habit is the enormous flywheel of society, its most precious conservative agent. There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision. Full half the time of such a man goes to the deciding, or regretting, of matters which ought to be so ingrained in him as practically not to exist for his consciousness at all.

Curious things, habits. People themselves never knew they had them. [Witness for the Prosecution, also published in The Hound of Death and Other Stories.]

There is an invisible garment woven around us from our earliest years; it is made of the way we eat, the way we walk, the way we greet people.

Human nature refers to what is in people but which they cannot study or work at achieving.

My biggest fear is mindlessly and stupidly repeating myself.

Curious things, habits. People themselves never knew they had them.

As everyone, you do end up becoming your mother, but also as you're acting, I find out you become every member of your family, bits come out without you really wanting them to come out.

It is our less conscious thoughts and our less conscious actions which mainly mould our lives and the lives of those who spring from us.

I think when people are repressing things, or burying things, that can manifest in all sorts of ways.

To be honest, sometimes I'm horrified because you don't really know what you look like. If I really knew what I was doing on-screen, I would try to stop doing it.

Some men have a necessity to be mean, as if they were exercising a faculty which they had to partially neglect since early childhood.

Ambien might have mentally just tossed my salad. WITH CROUTONS.

I know that I've seen a mannerism, or a way I've cried, or something, where I see a flash of my parents.

The routines of social intercourse in established settings allow us to deal with anticipated others without special attention or thought.

I just tend to do things to myself that I don't realize I'm doing. Sometimes I bite my lip so that it splits and hurts, and yet I can't stop. And sometimes I'd play shows on the last run, I'd scratch my neck while I was singing, and I'd horrified to see these red streaks of blood after.

Revising stuff lately, I was shocked to see how often my characters scratched their ankles, felt their feet, and touched their own ears.

There's stuff that everybody does that they don't know they do.

Guys are much more obvious than they think they are.

We all act differently in certain places. We don't want to admit it, but we're different where we grew up than we are with our family and than we are with the guys that we went to college with or our fraternity brothers. People just exist differently. It's small, subtle things, but different colors come out. That's all there is to it.

I like to imagine a person's psyche to be like a boardinghouse full of characters. The ones who show up regularly and who habitually follow the house rules may not have met other long-term residents who stay behind closed doors, or who only appear at night. An adequate theory of character must make room for character actors, for the stuntmen and animal handlers, for all the figures who play bit parts and produce unexpected acts. They often make the show fateful, or tragic, or farcically absurd.