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I feel very transparent in myself. I’m more of an observer. I’m interested in what’s going on. I’m not sure that I really have a personality. Some people think I do have a personality. I have a personality when I am with certain people — but when I’m not with them I don’t have that personality. I just sort of go back to resembling a transparent glass of water.

If everyone likes you than you are not "YOU".

[I]f he had to guess, he would say that the reason he doesn't want to loan the book out, to Ethan or anyone else, is because of the part of his personality that is one gigantic record-keeping system, a complex sifting and filing scheme that dictates what goes here and what goes there, turning his life into so many marks on a tablet. His mind would busy itself with the book's whereabouts every second it was away. He knows it would.

If only we were all better educated. If then, higher education would at last be a journey for skill and knowledge rather than for power and status.

If people respect your age and not your personality, then it's time for you to do some urgent introspection.

If she had any fucks to give about what we thought of her, she hoarded them jealously.

If the only thing that your partner consistently says about you, is how good you look, then you would be in a deep trouble, because there are countless of beautiful people all around the world. In other words, your partner would easily be distracted by someone who looks better than your physical appearance.

If we don’t know who we are, we conceal our true selves and wear the image of others

If we don’t know who we are, we conceal our true selves and bear their brand

If you are filled with hatred, you can hardly enjoy genuine happiness. Hatred makes your personality extremely fragile and you lose your temper on the slightest pretext, which further creates enmity.

If you are thought to be a good person, it means that you are weak. If you are thought to be a bad person, it doesn't mean that you are a strong person. Rather, it would mean that you are unpleasant for everyone. Be unpredictable, neither good nor bad. Let them think of you as a good person with whom everyone should be careful while communicating, because you can be dangerous if you aren't treated properly.

If you babble enneagram, I am a five. If you boast myers-briggs, I am an introvert-intuition-thinking-perceiving.

If you don't love Jesus out loud, then it must not be real love. It's not enough to forge your own spiritual connection to the Divine. It must be displayed publicly.

If you despise increase, you are a strange personality in the society

If you don’t have your own identity, you will adopt the brand of another

If you don’t know who you are, you will be someone else

If you have a personality, you’re a person.

If your dog, your best friend turns on you, take a good look at yourself. You may have a serious personality disorder.

If you manage to live long enough, most of your greatest fears become fond memories to look back on.

If you want wise lessons, ask wise questions. The type of questions you often ask tells the kind of person you are.

If you take my right hand, you can start over. You will be reborn as a different character; your personality will develop along a different path. Your story will be irretrievably altered. And this time, there will be no mistakes. You will live, love, and die, blissfully unaware.

If you want to build your personality don't do extraordinarily just act like a Human being.

If you want to know my personality, look through my bedroom window and see how I act.

If you want the world to know how truly beautiful you are, love everyone.

I get locked into a cycle of not speaking. It’s like every time I think of something awesome to say, I rehearse it in my head so many times, I forget whether I’ve said it out loud yet. And I think it goes without saying that awesome one-liners are decidedly less awesome when you repeat them by accident. Better not to risk it.

I have been known to think outside of all rules. Even my own.

I had already made a decision early on that I would be a plain girl with lots of personality, and accepting it made everything a lot easier. If you are lucky, there is a moment in your life when you have some say as to what your currency is going to be.

I had acquaintances...but then they'd always start trying to get away, like they'd turned over some stone in my personality and found a poisonous snake.

I had been thinking a lot about how the media has created this complex, fictionalized cartoon version of me, you know, this man-eating, jet-setting serial dater who reels them in, but scares them off because she’s clingy and needy; then she’s all dejected, so she goes into her lair and writes a song as a weapon. I mean, man, that’s pretty intense. And I started thinking about what an interesting character that person is. And, if I was that person, what would my life motto be, my mantra? What would I say? I think I’d own it.

I have a make-it-work personality, and I’m quick to readjust in many situations where this trait serves me well. But I also, unfortunately, readjust in situations where I shouldn’t.

Ihr seid gut, wenn ihr eins mit euch seid.

I-I hardly know, Sir, just at present-at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

I imagine it feels like bathing in ice to the person touching her. But how does it feel to her? Cold as she is, it must surely burn like fire.

I keep seeing my life darting off in the different directions it could have taken, as chance and circumstance, temperament and desire, open and close, open and close gates, routes, roadways. And yet there feels like an inevitability to who I am--just as of all the planets in all the universes, planet blue, this planet Earth, is the one that is home.

I knew I’d be troubled, but who knew awhile meant forever?

I know it must look odd, given that I didn't even know Emma. But it seems to me that almost no one really knew her. Everyone I speak to has a different version of what she was like.

Ik denk dat ieder mens twee levens leidt, een vanbinnen en een vanbuiten. Subject en object. Het leven vanbinnen is het ware, het echte. Ik denk dat de mensen mooi worden als hun binnenleven doorschijnt naar buiten, als ze niet nadenken wat voor indruk ze maken, als ze vergeten toneel te spelen. Dat denk ik. Er zijn ook mensen bij wie het precies andersom is, die alleen maar buitenkant zijn, die alleen een leeg omhulsel zijn, die voortdurend moeten weten wat voor indruk ze maken, die leven om gezien te worden. Mensen die een houding aannemen. Triest. Dat soort mensen zijn net pingpongballetjes, een harde buitenkant en leeg van binnen. Niets te vinden. Totaal oninteressant.

. . . I looked at him, at the debonair man in the suit of all suits . . . . I wasn't in clothes on the level of his, but I wanted the hotel staff to regard me with respect. I grabbed my bag, hoping he wouldn't say anything about me carrying so much, but. I wanted it to look like I was arriving as a guest, not as rented coochie.

I liked projects where I could take things apart and figure out exactly how they worked. The problem is, you can't do that with people.

I, Lexi Anderson, am proud to say that I do, indeed, have a great personality. And it's only a matter of time before the Beautiful People will be wishing they had great personalities, too. Good luck with that, oh Beautiful Ones. Because we Great Girls are the rarest breed.

I look like vanilla pudding so nobody knows that on the inside I am spider soup.

I love introverts. They don't waste words. Excessive extroverts can be very wasteful. I don't trust them in any kind of intricate or delicate matter.

I might have added, as it entered my mind to do, that some people found satisfaction in being. Being. Others in becoming. Being people have all the breaks. Becoming people are very unlucky, always in a tizzy. The Becoming people are always having to make explanations or offer justifications of the Being people. While the Being people provoke these explanations.

Imagine a personality so taking that others would pay their last simply to be in its presence. Then of course a number of people go for the polar opposite, too (the one not 'as well'): the one so toxic, others would rather pay their last for it to go away.

I measure men by the content of their character, not the color of their skin, and I find all of them are assholes.

I might be a freak, but I preferred to keep that part of my personality private.

I might have added, as it entered my mind to do, that some people found satisfaction in being. Being. Others in becoming. Being people have all the breaks. Becoming people are very unlucky, always in a tizzy. The Becoming people are always have to make explanations or offer justifications of the Being people. While the Being people provoke these explanations.

I'm not afraid of what I am. I'm afraid I will see what I am not.

I'm not a good person, sure. But I don't think I'm a bad person either. I feel like abraded is a better word for me. I'm only 22 but I often feel as if I'm twice that. Not in the sense of having wisdom or experience, of course. I just feel worn away by the world. I'm often exhausted and impatient both mentally and physically. I've so quickly become a "get it over with" or "avoid completely" kind of person. It's even ruined my ability to have healthy relationships despite my excitement for romance.

I'm a Joker. Dangerous and silly at the same time.