64 Inspiring and Relatable Quotes for INFPs

INFP stands for introversion, intuition, feeling, perception, and is used to refer to one of the 16 personality types from the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI). 16 personalities wrote a great description about INFPs:

INFP personalities are usually perceived as calm, reserved or even shy. However, such an exterior can be deceptive – even though INFPs can be somewhat cautious, their inner flame and passion is not something to be taken lightly. People with this personality type are really affectionate, a trait not often seen in other types… Unfortunately, it also means that INFPs can often feel misunderstood and isolated, as they are relatively rare (only 4.3% of U.S. population).

If you’re an INFP, you may occasionally feel misunderstood, alone, isolated, and marginalized. That’s why we put together a long list of relatable quotes for you– many of which are by other great INFPs!

People understand me so poorly that they don’t even understand my complaint about them not understanding me.

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

I’m tired of feeling like I’m fucking crazy.

I came to terms with not fitting in a long time ago. I never really fitted in. I don’t want to fit in. And now people are buying into that.

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.

There is something sinister, something quite biographical about what I do – but that part is for me. It’s my personal business. I think there is a lot of romance, melancholy. There’s a sadness to it, but there’s romance in sadness. I suppose I am a very melancholy person.

I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.

The reward for conformity is that everyone likes you but yourself.

A person starts dying when they stop dreaming.

People find my things sometimes aggressive. But I don’t see it as aggressive. I see it as romantic, dealing with a dark side of personality.

There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.

To be one’s self, and unafraid whether right or wrong, is more admirable than the easy cowardice of surrender to conformity.

You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.

People who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

What a liberation to realize that the ‘voice in my head’ is not who I am. Who am I then? The one who sees that.

And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.

You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.

The only journey is the one within.

I love being alone, but find my loneliness uncomfortable.

I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Not all those who wander are lost.

If you’re going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you’re going to be locked up.

Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

Either I’m a genius or I’m mad, which is it? “No,” I said, “I can’t be mad because nobody’s put me away; therefore I’m a genius.” Genius is a form of madness and we’re all that way. But I used to be coy about it, like me guitar playing. But if there’s such a thing as genius — I am one. And if there isn’t, I don’t care.

When you’re an introvert like me and you’ve been lonely for a while, and then you find someone who understands you, you become really attached to them. It’s a real release.

No one respects a talent that is concealed.

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. To be your own man is a hard business. If you try it, you’ll be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

When others demand that we become the people they want us to be, they force us to destroy the person we really are. It’s a subtle kind of murder … the most loving parents and relatives commit this murder with smiles on their faces.

It’s always better to leave the party early.

There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.

The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.

If you think that happiness means total peace, you will never be happy. Peace comes from the acceptance of the part of you that can never be at peace. It will always be in conflict. If you accept that, everything gets a lot better.

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

Use loneliness. Its ache creates urgency to reconnect with the world. Take that aching and use it to propel you deeper into your need for expression – to speak, to say who you are.

The most exhausting effort in my life has been to suppress my own nature in order to make it serve my biggest plans.

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?

When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.

Believing that you can move mountains sometimes is more important than actually having the ability to do so.

I read a book one day and my whole life was changed.

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.

Don’t ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness.

Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.

I find beauty in melancholy.

For years I’ve wanted to live according to everyone else’s morals. I’ve forced myself to live like everyone else, to look like everyone else. I said what was necessary to join together, even when I felt separate. And after all of this, catastrophe came. Now I wander amid the debris, I am lawless, torn to pieces, alone and accepting to be so, resigned to my singularity and to my infirmities. And I must rebuild a truth–after having lived all my life in a sort of lie.

All my life I’ve felt like the largest outcast, driven by an unquestioning need to belong and to conform. I still feel it now. But I’m close to the point of not caring.

Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free.

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision that which is not, and therefore the fount of all invention and innovation. In its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity, it is the power to that enables us to empathize with humans whose experiences we have never shared.

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.

Surround yourself with the dreamers and the doers, the believers and the thinkers, but most of all, surround yourself with those who see the greatness within you, even when you don’t see it yourself.

You can’t try and find love. You must let it come to you. As all things good, they must ensue.

I wish they would only take me as I am.

We don’t devote enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks.

Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.