Quotes About Indifference

I have never been much at nonverbal communication. Additionally, I don't have much of an attention span, and what I lack in patience I make up for in ambivalence and an inability to sleep.

Excuse me while I jot that down in my Big Blue Book of Who Gives a Shit?

Zda si? by? ?yw? -gdyby nie to oko, Gdzie ju? nie ?wieci ni ?za, ni nami?tno??, Gdzie mieszka zimna, wieczna oboj?tno??.

The gods don't care about men, no more than kings care about peasants.

Friend or foe, the crows care not.

Some would fight for any cause, some for none at all.

Where were the gods then? The gods don't care about men, no more than kings care about peasants.

We've changed kins since then, some of us twice. No one cares, no one remembers.

I would rather believe that God did not exist than believe that He was indifferent.

Good-bye. I am leaving because I am bored.

Most men's anger about religion is as if two men should quarrel for a lady that neither of them care for.

Men are accomplices to that which leaves them indifferent.

Men like us — up to a point — we're more careful when we're drunk. But once we get past that point, we don't give a damn.

L'alcool tue lentement. On s'en fout. On n'est pas pressés.

Kay?ts?zl?k dili geçersiz k?l?yor,iÅŸaretleri anla??lmaz hale getiriyor.Sab?rl?s?n ama beklemiyorsun, özgürsün ama seçmiyorsun,müsaitsin ama hiçbir ÅŸey seni harekete geçirmiyor. Hiçbir ÅŸey istemiyor,hiçbir ÅŸey talep etmiyor, hiçbir ÅŸeyi dayatm?yorsun.Hiç dinlemeden duyuyor,hiç bakmadan görüyorsun.

The place smelled of fairgrounds, of lazy crowds, of nights when you stayed out because you couldn't go to bed, and it smelled like New York, of its calm and brutal indifference.

They have fooled the world. Or else the world doesn't give a damn. What confounds me is that no one seems to ask what right they have to put us in prisons at all. The assumption seems to be that it's all right for Jews to be jailed and treated like dogs, provided they aren't murdered.

You sat in your nice little flat all through our war and watched us, bleeding all over the TV news. And you thought, 'How awful!' and then you got up and made yourself another cup of gourmet coffee." I flinched when he said that. It was a pretty accurate description.

Most people go on living their everyday life: frightened, half indifferent, they behold the ghostly tragi-comedy that has been performed on the international stage before the eyes and ears of the world.

There is nothing harder than the softness of indifference.

Communists have committed great crimes, but at least they have not stood aside, like an established society, and been indifferent. I would rather have blood on my hands than water, like Pilate.

Not to he who is offensive to us are we most unfair, but to he who does not concern us at all.

Most of us have no real loves and no real hatreds. Blessed is love, less blessed is hatred, but thrice accursed is that indifference which is neither one nor the other.

The true opposite of love is not hate but indifference. Hate, bad as it is, at least treats the neighbour as a thou, whereas indifference turns the neighbour into an it, a thing. This is why we may say that there is actually one thing worse than evil itself and that is indifference to evil. In human relations the nadir of morality, the lowest point as far as Christian ethics is concerned, is manifest in the phrase, T couldn't care less.'