Best 225 quotes in «introvert quotes» category

It's amazing how many introverts go into the ministry. It's amazing how many people go into the ministry who don't really like to be with people.

It makes no sense to pack an auditorium with 5,000 people and then tell them to keep quiet.

I was the shyest human ever invented, but I had a lion inside me that wouldn't shut up.

I was a very shy and introverted person, and it was hard for me to talk to people and make relationships.

I was an extremely reclusive and introverted boy.

I wasn't always this introverted.

I was very shy and very reserved as a child, very, very introvert.

Most inventors and engineers I've met are like me. They're shy and they live in their heads. The very best of them are artists. And artists work best alone.

Some introverts are perfectly comfortable with public speaking; I'm not one of them.

My friend...care for your psyche...know thyself, for once we know ourselves, we may learn how to care for ourselves

So give me a turbulent world as opposed to a quiet world and I'll take the turbulent one.

Quiet is might. Solitude is strength. Introversion is power.

Steve is very quiet, even shy. I am very gregarious. So, opposites.

The less you speak, the more you will hear.

The best physicians are Dr. Diet, Dr. Quiet, and Dr. Merryman.

They say that extroverts are unhappier than introverts and have to compensate for this by constantly proving to themselves how happy and contented and at ease with life they are.

Try to arrange things so that you can have a reasonable bit of quiet every day.

Though introverts are drained by interaction, we can take immense pleasure in watching the scene around us.

When an introvert is quiet, don't assume he is depressed, snobbish or socially deficient.

You're always first when no one's on your side.

Abbey relaxed, grateful not only that someone had thought to throw a party for her, but that she had been able to escape attending.

After college, I started working in the gallery and found myself surrounded by a whole new set of people who had not yet grown accustomed to my antisocial tendencies, who had not yet learned to expect me to say no, and stopped asking. I was invited to go drinking and dancing again, and so, I tried.

Actually, judging by Pinterest alone, I'm pretty sure a lot of people would look forward to hanging out in such a beautiful library. Just not people Peter knows. He thinks I'm so quirky. I'm not planning on being the one to break the news to him that I'm actually not that quirky, that in fact lots of people like to stay home and bake cookies and scrapbook and hang out in libraries. Most of them are probably in their fifties, but still. I like the way he looks at me, like I am a wood nymph that he happened upon one day and just had to take home to keep.

Anxiety kicked in. I lacked people skills all my life. Any normal human interaction was foreign to me. I don’t know what to say, to not look like a major dork or something. I am weird like that. Always were. The dead – that’s a whole other world we’re talking about. They can’t interfere with my everyday life, other than to annoy me. I can be myself around the dead. The dead are good. The living? Not so much.

Ah, yes, the mix tape. The mating call of the introvert.

...And keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and what I could be, if... there weren't any other people living in the world.

...And suddenly, from behind me, I hear the metaphysically abrupt arrival of the office boy. I feel like I could kill him for barging in on what I wasn't thinking. I turn around and look at him with a silence full of hatred, tense with latent homicide, my mind already hearing the voice he'll use to tell me something or other. He smiles from the other side of the room and says 'Good afternoon' in a loud voice. I hate him like the universe. My eyes are sore from imagining.

An extrovert looks at a stack of books and sees a stack of papers, while an introvert looks at the same stack and sees a soothing source of escape.

And that's pretty much why I figure it's better to stick to who and what I know than take a chance trying to branch out friendship-wise in the real world. I refuse to give any more bullies an invitation into my life.

And when I'm lonely, with everyone around I go to my happy place where I'm alone

An introvert talks more than an extrovert because when the mouth is closed, the mind is opened.

A poor but confident man is as hard to find as a rich but shy man.

As often happens with introverts who, despite having nothing against people, find the solitude of their home more comforting as opposed to the company of others, he was thought arrogant by many.

A recluse, like Hepzibah, usually displays remarkable frankness, and at least temporary affability, on being absolutely cornered, and brought to the point of personal intercourse; like the angel whom Jacob wrestled with, she is ready to bless you when once overcome.

As a person who feels at their best when they are helping others, the INFJ wants nothing less than to ensure that those around them feel good about themselves, content in their space and comfortable with life.

As an introvert, you crave intimate moments and deep connections--and those usually aren't found in a crowd.

Back when I was struggling with all of this, my boss saw that I was having difficulty contribution in meetings and noted how very different this was from his experience of me when we met one-on-one. To urge me to speak up more, he began giving me assignments before each meeting. He would call me and say, "Fran in today's meeting, I am going to ask you to give everyone an update on the restructuring".

Because empaths are, on the whole, highly sensitive people, the energies in which we are all submerged affect their bodies and emotions much more powerfully than the average person.

...because contemporary culture idealizes extroverted traits, we introverts—especially those of us who fall on the far introverted end of the spectrum—may feel that there’s something wrong with us. Some may not even understand or like themselves and may deny their natural preferences. We introverts need to understand, accept, and appreciate ourselves and how we are naturally wired.

Because being understood matters a great deal to the INFJ, they have a tendency to be overly precise with their words. They never wish to give half-truths or omissions that may leave room for misunderstandings or wrong ideas.

Being alone comes from separating our Self from others. It’s not about taking alone time in order to recharge. It’s the difference between “I’m alone” vs “I need some time alone”. Introverts can take alone time in a crowded bookstore full of strangers. Being alone comes from a state of emotional separation. It’s that wall we place between us and the external. We can do this while having the physical presence of another person or having people in our lives. People who have many friends can still feel alone. People who feel the most alone consistently hold attitudes and take actions that separate themselves, exclude themselves and hold themselves incomparable to others.

Before they can grin there fake smiles, I mumble something about a toilet, laugh a second too late at some joke, and then, without looking back, I speed-walk to the house like someone whose heart isn't shaking, whose eyes aren't filling up, someone who doesn't feel so sad.

Being a loner doesn’t make you lonely, but being lonely can make a loner

Be silent & you are considered on idiot. Be voluble & you are considered a nuisance. The perfect balance between speaking and remaining silent makes you a gentleman!

But the most important thing to know about being an introvert is that there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re not broken because you’re quiet. It’s okay to stay home on a Friday night instead of going to a party. Being an introvert is a perfectly normal 'thing' to be.

Betty realized that when it came to relationships with other human beings, she would always feel alone. And yet there was this place – this small special place inside of her – a place where quiet beauty was embraced, a place where memories became fantasies and where fantasies became memories. Like a pebble, Betty could lose herself within this place, this opulent ocean, and yet even if the water were to one day reject her too, even if it were to cast her back up onto its shores, she knew that she would catch the light of the sun again.

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Consider that the simplest social interactions between two people requires performing an astonishing array of tasks: interpreting what the other person is saying; reading body language and facial expressions; smoothly taking turns talking and listening; responding to what the other person said; assessing whether you're being understood; determining whether you're well received, and, if not, figuring out how to improve or remove yourself from the situation. Think of what it takes to juggle all this at once! And that's just a one-to-one conversation. Now imagine the multitasking required in a group setting like a dinner party. (p237)

Don't assume you are more creative or better than anyone, because some people with better stuffs are just pretending to be dumb for a while.

For the to see you shine, you must stay far way, for you are like the sun; when you’re too close, your light make them blind. And when you’re too far, they seek you. So let them seek you. They’re getting your light regardless, but appreciating your presence is different from recognizing your existence. If they don’t appreciate your presence, they may never recognize your absence.