Nothing is as irritating to a shy man as a confident girl.
Sitting in a corner, I live like a toad Oh! How I love my room: my tiny abode! Here I wake up; and I sleep in hereThe world far away; yet virtually near Not that I'm jailed in this place of graceJust...
(v. t.) To turn or bend inward.
(v. t.) To look within; to introspect.
The internet is where some people go to show their true intelligence; others, their hidden stupidity.
There is something quite wonderful about sharing a secret.
You might be an introvert if you were ready to go home before you left the house.
Nobody enjoys the company of others as intensely as someone who usually avoids the company of others.
Sitting in the brightly lit library, surrounded by books, in total silence, that was ma personal zenith.
A poor but confident man is as hard to find as a rich but shy man.
There is no window to look outside.There is no window to look within.Open the doors.
Invisibility can be good as a superpower. But psychiatry reveals people don't like it very much.
He began to prefer talking on the phone to actually getting together with someone, preferred the bodilessness of it, and started to turn down social engagements. He didn't want to actually sit across...
If personal space is vital to creativity, so is freedom from peer pressure.
An introvert talks more than an extrovert because when the mouth is closed, the mind is opened.
If I don't talk about it, it's either very displeasing or very precious to me.
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.
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.
When a bookworm finally decides to leave the house, perhaps to explore some literary destination in one of her novels, she will be surprised to know that there is a volatile, often antagonistic force...
There is a certain delightful sort of hope which the introvert can receive only by having company over...the hope that they will leave soon.
I'm neither extrovert nor introvert. I'm just an imperfect example of an ambivert.
I know I can't own a hilltop, a meadow, or a mountainside. But keeping it a secret somehow makes it mine.