Quotes About Personality

What kind of dining set defines me as a person?

please accept the fact that people do not change over time.The elderly are, in reality, age tikes.Conversely, the young are juvenile codgers.Granted, we might develop some skills, achieve some profound insights over a lifetime, but by and large who you are at eighty-five is who you were at five.One is either born intelligent or not.The body ages, grows, passes through near-lunatic phases of reproductive frenzy, but you are born and die the same person.

Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It's all giving you away. Everything is a self-potrait. Everything is a diary.

I am Joe's smirking revenge.

we're a blend, all of us, a cocktail peanut mix of niceness and badness, all bound up in a bundle of inexcusable indolence and ignorance punctuated by unanticipated moments of genuine heroism

I have a distaste for the term "supporting characters." It's not that it's a bad term, exactly, but it does call to mind a jockstrap or a bra—something created only to lift and support something else, that's purely architectural and not alive with that precious spark of life we assume characters should have.

Mrs. Bennet, Lady Bertram, Mrs. Norris, Mrs. Elton, the Steele sisters, Fanny Dashwood, Elizabeth Elliot, Mrs. Clay, Lady Catherine de Bourgh … all differentiated, all unique in their unpleasantness.

she really does seem to admire Elizabeth. I must confess that I think her as delightful a creature as ever appeared in print, & how I shall be able to tolerate those who do not like her at least, I do not know.34

I'm a dog and she was a cat: I, slobbery and keen; she, self-contained and ultimately private.

Alone and in the silence, I sensed the purpleness - the formless, subtle personality of the things that owned this planet. There was a friendliness, I thought, but a repulsive friendliness, the fawning friendliness of some monstrous beast. And I was afraid.

Money lets you be who you really are.

and a hooked nose. His skin was the color of weak tea.

Urizen is the chief villain always, because Urizen is not merely intellect; he is also personality, identity, the Spectre. As soon as man begins to think, he forms a notion of who he is. If man were entirely body or emotions, he would have no conception of his identity, consequently he could never become unbalanced like Nijinsky, Lawrence, Van Gogh. It is Urizen who starts the trouble. The Bible recounts the same legend when it ascribes the first discord in the universe to Lucifer and his pride

I look like him, only he has a calm gaze, and my eyes look around me. I am a man of motion, not of immobility. And this is the centre of the problem. Denied motion, the strain begins. The static personality is a prison:

The deluded vision of personality that our Western civilization fosters and glorifies, increases the inward division; Lawrence recognized it as the enemy. The war against it is therefore inevitably a revolt against Western civilization.

Colin could have been offended or irked by her presumptive attitude, but sharp women didn't threaten him. In fact, he enjoyed watching them work. And, of course, there was the fact that he'd married one.

That was Chas. Furious and black-hearted one minute, ready to crack a wry joke the next.

Resentment was the hinge of her personality.

He was a strange mix--congenial but reserved in a way that told you being friendly was an act of will.

The signs had been there since he could walk, and he perfected the more distasteful aspects of his personality as he lurched into manhood and assumed his responsibilities.

She is mistress to her personality and well accustomed to reminding her more atavistic inclinations that the world is the world and the odd punch or eye-gouge will not make it any other way.

As it turned out, one aspect of my personality would help me in my odyssey: I was a bider. Temperamentally suited to hold out for good cards, well accustomed to waiting. We Anhedonians have adapted to long periods between good news. Our national animal is the hope camel. We have no national bird. All the birds are dead.

Chester Miller was in his late fifties, slim-built except for his belly, which perched on his belt like an egg. A little sleepy.

Every man with his own peculiar vice. His will hardly rock heaven or hell.