Quotes About Indifference

All has happened to her that will happen to her. She has felt everything, borne everything, experienced everything, suffered everything, lost everything, mourned everything. She is resigned, with that resignation which resembles indifference, as death resembles sleep. She no longer avoids anything. Let all the clouds fall upon her, and all the ocean sweep over her! What matters it to her? She is a sponge that is soaked.

There is no one for spying on people's actions like those who are not concerned in them

Their own destiny is a far-off thing to them ... One declines, descends, trickles away, even crumbles away, and yet is hardly conscious of it one's self. It always ends, it is true, in an awakening, but the awakening is tardy. In the meantime, it seems as though we held ourselves neutral in the game which is going on between our happiness and our unhappiness. We are the stake, and we look on at the game with indifference.

The wretchedness of a child interests a mother, the wretchedness of a young man interests a young girl, the wretchedness of an old man interests no one.

One may feel a certain indifference to the death penalty, one may refrain from pronouncing upon it, from saying yes or no, so long as one has not seen a guillotine with one's own eyes: but if one encounters one of them, the shock is violent; one is forced to decide, and to take part for or against. Some

She is resigned, with that resignation resembling indifference as death resembles sleep.

What matters it if the earth be red! the moon remains white; these are the indifferences of the sky.

The night was serene. Not a cloud was in the zenith. What mattered is that the earth was red, the moon retained her whiteness. Such is the indifference of heaven.

A child's misery is of concern to a mother, a young man's misery is of concern to a young woman, an old man's misery is of concern to nobody.

Tudo o que tinha sido a sua vida desapareceu, incluindo o nome; deixou de ser Jean Valjean, para ser apenas o número 24601. O que aconteceu à sua irmã? O que aconteceu às sete crianças? Quem se preocupa com isso? O que é que acontece a um punhado de folhas de um arbusto esmagado pelos pés de quem passa?

What mattered was not caring. And the best way not to care was to surround yourself with noise and people.

The truth was, she had never been able to understand how a woman could be capable of passionately adoring her husband while simultaneously despising her children. No, that wasn't right. Mom didn't despise Meredith and Nina. She just didn't care about them.

And the best way not to care was to surround yourself with noise and people.

so I put up with his controlling ways. What do I care

Oh well, whatever, nevermind.

So the holy elders," I added, "claim that the best strategy to cope with troublesome logismoi is simply to ignore them." "Precisely. Our first defense against destructive logismoi is complete indifference. This is the healthiest and most productive method to head them off right at their inception. Ignore them completely. Never open up a dialogue with these intruders. Do not interact with them either out of curiosity or out of overconfidence.

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn about anyone else

but never really made an effort to talk to her. Never really felt the need. She wasn't my type, if I even had a type.

And others were born to... what? To stand in the crowd and do nothing, try nothing, say nothing, and accept every serving of bitter nothing as their due?

I'm looking nothing like ya poppa, I would'nt give a chick ten cents, to put cheese on a whopper.

The test of an invention is the power of an inventor to push it through in the face of staunch--not opposition, but indifference--in society.

Impasse I could tell you If I wanted to, What makes me What I am. But I don't Really want to – And you don't Give a damn.

How can you not care?" "Practice," Magnus said, looking back to his book and turning the page.

I'll go with you," Alec said, looking at Isabelle and Simon with suspicious eyes. "If you must," said Isabelle with exaggerated indifference. "I should warn you we'll be making out in the dark. Big, sloppy make-outage." Simon looked startled. "We are -" he began, but Isabelle stomped on his toe, and he quieted. "Make-outage?" said Clary. "Is that a word?" Alec looked ill. "I suppose I could stay here.