Quotes About Unfeeling

Not the torturer will scare me, nor the body's final fall, nor the barrels of death's rifles, nor the shadows on the wall, nor the night when to the ground the last dim star of pain, is hurled but the blind indifference of a merciless, unfeeling world.

Mildred'?n yüzü, üstüne yaÄŸmur yaÄŸabilecek ama yaÄŸmuru hissetmeyen, karla kapl? bir ada gibiydi; bulutlar hareketli gölgelerini onun üstünden geçirebilirdi ama o gölgeleri hissetmiyordu.

There's nothing colder than chemistry.

You're not human tonight, Marlowe.

Nature is not cruel, only pitilessly indifferent.

That's because it is cruel, Obi-Wan," Anakin snapped. "Cruel and unfeeling and unworthy of the Jedi Order." He was so like Qui-Gon. This was like arguing with a ghost.

I don't hate you, because hate is a feeling and I feel absolutely nothing for you.

It has been speculated that Poe's obsession with premature burial was due to necrophilia or that he used it as a metaphor for loneliness--- a sentient corpse buried alive by his unfeeling peers in the unfathomable tomb of the universe.

truth is, I just shrug and soldier on. As kind as I am, as well-meaning and helpful as I try to be, I have no feelings finally, for good or ill. In the depths of my being, no matter what happens, I am left cold, impenetrable to remorse, to grief, to happiness, though I can pretend well enough even to the point of fooling myself. I am trying to say I am finally, terribly, unfeeling. My soul resides in a still, deep, beautiful, emotionless, calm cold pond of silence.

I don't feel anything when I watch Shaquille O'Neal play. I don't feel anything coming off him.

The sea has neither meaning nor pity.

I can be more cold than people would like me to be.

As cold as any stone.

They are so accustomed to the feeling that their senses are deadened to it;

almost everything here has cold hands

The meeting introduced me- or, perhaps no introduction was necessary- to the awful collision between the silent, unfeeling dead and immensity of feeling they generate in the living. I left the room with relief, making a mental note to avoid the bereaved at all costs and stick to the safe world inhabited by the dead, with its facts, its measurements, its certainties. In their universe, there was a complete absence of emotion. Not to mention its ugly sister, pain.

I have never seen any. He's as good as anyone I ever saw at what he does. But he never seems happy or sad or frightened or elated. He never, in the twenty-some years I've known him, here and there, has shown any sign of love or compassion. He's never been nervous. He's never been mad.

I was really overwhelmed by the amount of roles that I got offered that were carbon copies of what I did in 'Up in the Air.' I got every offer for every ambitious, unfeeling practically robotic character.

I thought nothing; I didn't even despair; I was just stupefied and grey and dead.

He was calm and cold. And killed calmly and coldly.

Only I don't know," the Enchantress pinched her lips together, "who gave you permission to describe my internal organs. How did it go? 'Her heart, as though a jewel, adorned her neck. Hard as if of diamond made, and as a diamond so unfeeling, sharper than obsidian, cutting—' Did you make that up yourself? Or perhaps…?

It came to me that hell would not be fire and smoke after all but arctic, everything white and frigid. Hell would be not anger but indifference.

Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.

unpredictable. No conscience; no remorse.