Quotes About Indifference

Alors, sûr d'être aimé, il ne se gêna pas pas, et insensiblement ses façons changèrent. Il n'avait plus, comme autrefois, de ces mots si doux qui la faisaient pleurer, ni de ces véhémentes careses qui la rendaient folle. // Elle n'y voulut pas croire; elle redoubla de tendresse; et Rodolphe, de moins en moins, cacha son indifférence.

Dans leurs regards indifférents flottait la quiétude de passions journellement assouvies ; et, à travers leurs manières douces, perçait cette brutalité particulière que communique la domination de choses à demi faciles, dans lesquelles la force s'exerce et où la vanité s'amuse, le maniement des chevaux de race et la société des femmes perdues.

This is indeed a funny country. Yesterday, for example, we were in a cafe which is one of the best in Cairo, and there were, at the same time as ourselves, inside, a donkey shitting, and a gentleman who was pissing in a corner. No one finds that odd; no one says anything.

Entonces seguro de ser amado, no se molestó, e insensiblemente sus maneras cambiaron. Ya no empleaba como antes aquellas palabras tan dulces que la hacían llorar, ni aquellas vehementes caricias...de modo que su gran amor en el que vivía inmersa le pareció que iba descendiendo bajo sus pies...percibió el fango. No quería creerlo; redobló su ternura; y Rodolfo, cada vez menos, ocultó su indiferencia.

Rich or poor, victors or vanquished, I make no allowance for any of them. I don't want love or hate, pity or anger. Sympathy is another matter. There is never enough of that.

As a child I loved what can be seen, as a teenager what can be felt, as a man I no longer love anything.

Com certa gent que ja no pot suportar més una determinada dosi de música, s'ensopia ple d'indiferència davant l'enrenou d'un amor del qual ja no distingia les delicadeses.

Su corazón, como la gente que no puede soportar más que una cierta dosis de música, se adormecía de indiferencia en el estrépito de un amor cuyas delicadezas ya no distinguía.

He had never regarded other men as anything but puppets of a sort, created to fill up an empty world. He divided them into two classes: those he greeted because some chance had put him in contact with them, and those he did not greet. But both these categories of individuals were equally insignificant in his eyes. (An Old Man)

But I no longer had a taste for anything, a wish for anything, a love for anybody, a desire for anything whatever, any ambition, or any hope.

Death need not be sad, it should be a matter of indifference.

Well, and what then? It makes no difference to me. Whether it's for the Republic or something else, I don't care! What I want, monsieur, is to know my government. I saw Charles X. and adhered to him, monsieur; I saw Louis-Philippe and adhered to him, monsieur; I saw Napoleon and adhered to him; but I have never seen the Republic.

il cieco cosmo gira senza meta dal nulla verso l'esistenza e dall'esistenza verso il nulla, indifferente, inconsapevole dei desideri o della stessa esistenza delle menti che per un istante proiettano uno sprazzo di luce nel buio.

He understood the code of his social class enough to affect an air of indifference about life.

Indifference is the strongest contempt

Evil thrives on apathy and cannot survive without it.

Nothing perhaps illustrates the general disintegration of political life better than this vague, pervasive hatred of everybody and everything, without a focus for its passionate attention, with nobody to make responsible for the state of affairs—neither the government nor the bourgeoisie nor an outside power. It consequently turned in all directions, haphazardly and unpredictably, incapable of assuming an air of healthy indifference toward anything under the sun.

democratic government had rested as much on the silent approbation and tolerance of the indifferent and inarticulate sections of the people as on the articulate and visible institutions and organizations of the country.

A happy heart can walk in triumphant indifference through a sea of external trouble; while internal anguish cannot find happiness in the most favorable surroundings.

The world doesn't give even the slightest damn about us or our petty problems. We never quite get that, do we? Our lives have been shattered—shouldn't the rest of us take notice? But no.

You grow immune to cruelty. It becomes the norm. You accept it. You move on.

We don't really care about others, except when convenient. Don't believe it?

It doesn't much concern me if Tiger plays in the tournament or no.

I didn't care about the Pride championship or the Pride tournament.