Introverts dislike small talk, but we are fluent in the language of ideas and dreams.

Jealousy is the grave of affection.

To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.

More men die of jealousy than of cancer.

Jealousy is the fear of comparison.

You can’t be yourself within jealousy.

Envy slays itself by its own arrows.

Jealousy is love in competition.

Jealousy blurs the focus.

Jealousy is a crutch.

Most inventors and engineers I’ve met are like me. They’re shy and they live in their heads.

You have to be alone to develop all the idiosyncrasies that make a person interesting.

The loner who looks fabulous is one of the most vulnerable loners of all.

In a world where people die for fame, we introverts crave isolation.

Introverts treasure the close relationships they have stretched so much to make.

Asking an introvert to open up is as rude as asking an extrovert to shut up.

Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.

Solitude matters and for some people it’s the air they breathe.

Introverts are word economists in a society suffering from verbal diarrhea.