Best 225 quotes in «introvert quotes» category

Extraverts ... cannot understand life until they have lived it. Introverts ... cannot live life until they understand it.

Extroverts never understand introverts, and it was like that in school days.

I am what I am, so take me as I am!.

I am really an introvert, and I need that time alone for a variety of reasons.

If the extrovert watches and listens a bit more, the introvert's true mood will become more evident.

I'm an introvert at heart... And show business - even though I've loved it so much - has always been hard for me.

I live a very quiet life, although I'm very urban and a diehard New Yorker

I'm reserved. I'm more of an introvert than an extrovert.

I'm not an introvert. I'm media shy.

I'm okay, you're okay - in small doses.

I'm quiet, and I don't enjoy watching horror flicks, so am I like Zeke? No way.

I don't have time for superficial friends. I suppose if you're really lonely you can call a superficial friend, but otherwise, what's the point?

I need to be alone for certain periods of time or I violate my own rhythm.

Introverts need to trust their gut and share their ideas as powerfully as they can.

In America, life is introverted, self-absorbed - and so is their music.

Introverts are collectors of thoughts, and solitude is where the collection is curated and rearranged to make sense of the present and future.

I'm very honest in my music and I'm often asked to explain the lyrics; as an introvert, I find that quite hard. And I always wear high heels on stage, which can be painful.

Introverts listen better, they assess risks more carefully, they can be wiser managers. It's not for nothing that the Silicon Valley billionaires are so often the retiring types.

Introverts like being introverts. We are drawn to ideas, we are passionate observers, and for us, solitude is rich and generative.

Introverts process information internally, and we don't like to express our thoughts until they are fully formed.

Introverts prefer to work independently, and solitude can be a catalyst to innovation.

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.

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

I think the best thing I have is the introvert's ability to listen when you're working on something as complicated as this and you have to really be aware of everyone's specialized skills.

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

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

I was an extremely reclusive and introverted boy.

I wasn't always this introverted.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

The less you speak, the more you will hear.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

...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.

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

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.

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

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