#intro

What does an introvert do when he's left alone? He stays alone. ↗

— Jenni Ferrari-Adler

#introvert #single #cooking

Solitude matters, and for some people, it's the air they breathe ↗

— Susan Cain

#introvert

Often we come home from a sharing session with a feeling that something precious has been taken away from us or that holy ground has been trodden upon. ↗

— Henri J.M. Nouwen

#sharing #small-groups #introvert

All this talking, this rather liquid confessing, was something I didn't think I could ever bring myself to do. It seemed foolhardy to me, like an uncooked egg deciding to to come out of its shell: there would be a risk of spreading out too far, turning into a formless puddle. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#introverts #introvert

I just have a hard time with small talk. My friend Jocelyn says I'm too quiet. But I'm really not quiet. I just tend to come across that way to new people because I don't like to talk first. What if the other person doesn't want to be bothered? ↗

— Lauren Barnholdt

#people #personality #introvert

... all this talking, this rather liquid confessing, was something I didn't think I could ever bring myself to do. It seemed foolhardy to me, like an uncooked egg deciding to to come out of its shell: there would be a risk of spreading out too far, turning into a formless puddle. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#introverts #talking #introvert

Finland is a famously introverted nation. Finish joke: "How can you tell if a Finn likes you? He's staring at your shoes instead of his own. ↗

— Susan Cain

#introvert

It is not the content of our dreams that gives our second heart is dark color: it's the thoughts that go through our heads in those wakeful moments when sleep won't come. And those are the things we never tell anyone at all. ↗

— Carolyn Parkhurst

#dreams

Iluminado pela claridade natural da existência cultivei ao meu redor uma clareira de revelações, um oásis envolto por uma redoma de carne e osso, meu próprio corpo. ↗

— Filipe Russo

#introspecção #nature

In the end, the art of hunger can be described as an existential art. It is a way of looking death in the face, and by death I mean death as we live it today: without God, without hope of salvation. Death as the abrupt and absurd end of life ↗

— Paul Auster

#introduction #art