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

Jealousy is a crutch.

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

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.

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

I’m very shy really. I spend a lot of time in my room alone reading or writing or watching television.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

I am a minimalist. I like saying the most with the least.

I restore myself when I’m alone.

Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.

One can be instructed in society, one is inspired only in solitude.

Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.

I don’t want to be alone. I want to be left alone.