I am reading Susan Cain's book Quiet. She was talking about how the extrovert ideal is not universal, and that Eastern culture value quiet introspection more.
This brought up some childhood memory of mine. When my mom brought me visit elder relatives of mine, they would often praise me for being "quiet". Yes, they were saying this as a compliment. They said I was good, not noisy, restless, boisterous, or the kind of boy giving my mom grief. They were pleased with how I behaved.
I am just making a note of my childhood experience, not making any judgemenmt.