Quotes About Indifference

By?o mi oboj?tnie i bardzo pusto - tak musi by? w oku cyklonu. Absolutna cisza w samym ?rodku szalej?cego ?ywio?u.

I had never met a woman-hater before. I could tell Marco was a woman-hater, because in spite of all the models and TV starlets in the room that night he paid attention to nobody but me. Not out of kindness or even curiosity, but because I'd happened to be dealt to him, like a playing card in a pack of identical cards.

The reason I hadn't washed my clothes or my hair was because it seemed so silly.

Actually, it wasn't the idea of Buddy sleeping with somebody that bothered me. I mean I'd read about all sorts of people sleeping with each other, and if it had been any other boy I would merely have asked him the most interesting details, and maybe gone out and slept with somebody myself just to even things up, and then thought no more about it.

All night I carpenter A space for the thing I am given, A love Of two wet eyes and a screech. White spit  Of indifference! The dark fruits revolve and fall. The glass cracks across, The image Flees and aborts like dropped mercury 

Acontece que eu não estava conduzindo nada, nem a mim mesma. Eu só pulava do meu hotel para o trabalho e para as festas, e das festas para o hotel e então de volta ao trabalho, como um bonde entorpecido. Imagino que eu deveria estar entusiasmada como a maioria das outras garotas, mas eu não conseguia me comover com nada. (Me sentia muito calma e muito vazia, do jeito que o olho de um tornado deve se sentir, movendo-se pacatamente em meio ao turbilhão que o rodeia.)

The Stones This is the city where men are mended. I lie on a great anvil. The flat blue sky-circle Flew off like the hat of a doll When I fell out of the light. I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard. The mother of pestles diminished me. I became a still pebble. The stones of the belly were peaceable, The head-stone quiet, jostled by nothing.

Nothing. Nothing but a great, amiable boredom.

Teach us to care and not to care

There are three conditions which often look alike Yet differ completely, flourish in the same hedgerow: Attachment to self and to things and to persons, detachment From self and from things and from persons; and, growing between them, indifference, ... .

and now you live dispersed on ribbon roads, And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor Unless his neighbor makes too much disturbance, But all dash to and fro in motor cars, Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.

There are three conditions which often look alike Yet differ completely, flourish in the same hedgerow: Attachment to self and to things and to persons, detachment From self and from things and from persons; and, growing between them, indifference Which resembles the others as death resembles life, Being between two lives - unflowering, between The live and the dead nettle.

There is nothing at all to be done about it, There is nothing to do about anything.

It's the same old story— 'Yes, it's too bad, but go suffer somewhere else. . . .

For a government,' said the god, 'is nothing but a mirror of your minds--tyrannical for tyrants--hypocritical for hypocrites --corrupt for those who are indifferent--extravagant and wasteful for the selfish--strong and honorable only toward honest men.

It's the age of managed care. These places usually manage not to care one second longer than they have to.

Men died as she watched, and they didn't care about what they had fought for.

All these nice clothes, all these jokes and drinks and food, what good does it do? Tomorrow, folk will be poor and starving and dying with a solder's pike in them, and these people will have another celebration, more nice clothes, more jokes, more gems. The suffering is forgotten or ignored - why sorrow? The war victims aren't our people. And then the wheel turns and suddenly they are our people.

Why hope to be happy? Before, it had been like a tide of water, (life), not especially fast, passing over her. Not happy. Not unhappy. Indifferent. There was music and there were books. The rest was an interruption. Live second-hand.

You can smoulder in your own syrup from bow till Doomsday, you'll get nothing more from me.

Saffiro whitened and the sword began to lift. Leopardo, aware he could kill this one in two heartbeats, without fire, not wanting him, yawned.

arrive?" He immediately shrugged

I won't be alive so I won't care who finds me.

Like anyone cared where I was, or who I was.