introvert

The humble ones are always learning and improving, and their secret is always that it's a secret.

Going to church is not a sign of going to God, if you think he is omnipresent, he is right there in your soul and bedroom.

Silence might be a shout for the truth. It might be the speech that someday, in its truest, most uncontaminated, unadulterated state, all will be revealed.

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.

If personal space is vital to creativity, so is freedom from "peer pressure".

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.

We are troubled by having two selves, the inner and the outer. The outer one is rather dull and lets great things go by.

I tell myself I__ fine on my own, but am I? No friends to fall back on, no relationships, no support. Left to my own devices, I have no devices.

Jung was the first to propose the model of psychic energy, suggesting that for introverts, energy flows inward, while for extroverts, energy flows outward. Introverts tend to embrace this definition. It fels right for us because we know exactly what it feels like to have our energy depleted when we have sent too much flowing outward.

If you ask an introvert a question, wait until she thinks about it. Introverts think before speaking, not through speaking. If you want to get to the good stuff, you need to slow down.

She didn't realize she was in a prison until she collided with the bars.

Invisibility can be good as a superpower. But psychiatry reveals people don't like it very much.

There is something quite wonderful about sharing a secret.

Introverts living under the Extroversion Ideal are like women in a man__ world, discounted because of a trait that goes to the core of who they are. Extroversion is an enormously appealing personality style, but we__e turned it into an oppressive standard to which most of us feel we must conform

It is the nature of physics to hear the loudest of mouths over the most comprehensive ones.

Of all individuals, the hated, the shunned, and the peculiar are arguably most themselves. They wear no masks whatsoever in order to be accepted and liked; they do seem most guarded, but only by their own hands: as compared to the populace, they are naked.

The final fact being that at the very bottom of his soul he was an outsider, and anti-social, and he accepted the fact inwardly, no matter how Bond-Streety he was on the outside. His isolation was a necessity to him; just as the appearance of conformity and mixing-in with the smart people was also a necessity.

I guess I´m too used to sitting in a small room and making words do a few things. I see enough of humanity at the racetracks, the supermarkets, gas stations, freeways, cafes, etc. This can´t be helped. But I feel like kicking myself in the ass when I go to gatherings, even if the drinks are free. It never works for me. I´ve got enough clay to play with. People empty me. I have to get away to refill. I´m what´s best for me, sitting here slouched, smoking a beedie and watching this creen flash the words. Seldom do you meet a rare or interesting person. It´s more than galling, it´s a fucking constant shock. It´s making a god-damned grouch out of me. Anybody can be a god-damned grouch and most are. Help!