I restore myself when I’m alone.

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.

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.

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.

I don’t hate people, I just feel better when they aren’t around.

I always saw myself as this quiet, introspective, thoughtful person.

But generally speaking, I tend to be quiet and introspective.

I am rarely bored alone; I am often bored in groups and crowds.

I’m quite introverted, but I’m not shy.