Quotes About Indifference

I don't have any sentimental notion about how people are going to remember me.

It doesn't worry me how I'm remembered.

I don't care if I am ever remembered in this sport for anything.

I'm not a football fan, and not remotely interested in it.

Most of what we report from Congress they don't care about unless it affects them directly.

Our worst instincts as human beings have to do with our carelessness with natural resources, and when the body itself becomes just one more of those resources, how will we treat it? Will we treat it with such indifference and with such depersonalization that it becomes more like a very fancy car than a repository of the self?

All hippies around now just represent complete apathy.

I have never been a foodie and am seldom very hungry.

There's nothing that anyone could say about me that would hurt my feelings.

I don't really care about no hype.

I could care less about identifying who the MVP is in a championship game.

I don't really care that much about being a matinee idol.

George W. Bush has helped those who have most, hurt those who have least and ignored everyone in between.

The epithets of imbeciles have never bothered me.

Human beings are definitely changing the planet, but how much impact they are having on climate, I don't know and I don't care.

No, I am not impressed with Karolina Kowalkiewicz.

Mail, by its very nature, was neither all good nor all bad. It carried indifferently messages both positive and negative, filtering nothing, making no distinctions.

The discreet slaughter of fifteen or twenty wretched people per day will not prevent tramways from running to schedule, cafés from being full, or churches resounding with the Te Deum.

Tu sais, quand j'étais jeune, les gens avaient peur de la guerre atomique. C'était une peur formidable. Mourir à cent ans dans le brasier d'un gigantesque champignon nucléaire, mourir avec la planète... Ça avait tout de même de la gueule. Au lieu de quoi, je vais mourir comme une vieille pomme de terre pourrie. Et tout le monde s'en foutra.

You know people. Most of them don't hear anything. Those who hear - don't listen. A few who listen - don't understand. And those who could understand... they don't care.

I could see how the Ambossans had hardened their hearts to our humanity. They convinced themselves that we do not feel as they do, so that they do not have to feel anything for us. It's very convenient and lucrative for them.

First of all, they came to take the gypsies and I was happy because they pilfered. Then they came to take the Jews and I said nothing, because they were unpleasant to me. Then they came to take homosexuals, and I was relieved, because they were annoying me. Then they came to take the Communists, and I said nothing because I was not a Communist. One day they came to take me, and there was nobody left to protest. Bertold Brecht, inspired by Emil Gustav Friedrich Martin Niemöller

A man who sees another man on the street corner with only a stump for an arm will be so shocked the first time he'll give him sixpence. But the second time it'll only be a three penny bit. And if he sees him a third time, he'll have him cold-bloodedly handed over to the police.

Boy meets girl. So what?