Quotes About Personality

During the previous centuries in the entire world, there had been perhaps two hundred reported cases of multiple personality disorder; during the 1970s, the decade of Sybil, there were around four hundred, mainly among American women, especially highly hypnotizable women.

I use bits and pieces of others personalities to form my own.

Wanting to be someone else is the waste of who you are

There's an old Mexican saying that goes: "Tell me how you die and I'll tell you who you are.

pathological narcissism

Tough as nails, sweet as peaches.

I'm really a very good man; but I'm a very bad Wizard.

What do you do, everyone can do, but what you are, nobody can be.

But where Katherine was a white kitten, Elena was a white tigress.

Finally, I see Damon the way Father had seen him: too imperious, too willful, too quick to make up his mind, and too slow to change it.

There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half so interesting.

A man must be very inert to have no character at all.

A man of variable mind is not one man, but several men in one; he multiplies himself as often as he changes his taste and manners; he is not this minute what he was the last, and will not be the next what he is now; he is his own successor.

There are few women whose charm survives their beauty.

A man cannot please long who has only one kind of wit.

There is no loss-because there is not any Self that can be lost. Whatsoever was, that you have been;- whatsoever is, that you are;- whatsoever will be, that you must become. Personality!- individuality!- the ghosts of a dream in a dream! Life infinite only there is; and all that appears to be is but the thrilling of it, -sun, moon, and stars, -earth, sky, and sea,-and Mind and Man, and Space and Time. All of them are shadows. The shadows come and go;- the Shadow-Maker shapes forever.

People are very nice to me, even though I'm known for saying rude things.

Anyone who would wear all white like that clearly had issues. Just looking at him made her wish she had a paintball gun, but hell, you couldn't pack for every eventuality.

Jael returned the lazy smile. "You're not my type." "Well, you're not anybody's type," said Hazael. "No, wait. I take it back. My sword says she'd like to know you better.

Anyone who would wear all white like that clearly has issues

I'm going to be the scariest grandma in the world," she muttered, grouchy and kind of looking forward to it.

It was his manner - the warmth of him, like steam rising from tea. One looked at him and thought, Here is a great man, and also a good one, though few men are ever both.

I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.

Oh, good. You're starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That's not a sign of impending megalomania or anything.