Quotes About Indifference

That's so, said the judge. They do not have to have a reason. But order is not set aside because of their indifference.

He had never taken any interest in what came after death, either in this world or the other one. Probably just silence, silence without a single word of comfort.

I had spoken to the universe, and the universe hadn't given a damn.

the point of fake news isn't just to make it so that no one can tell what's true, it's to make it so that no one cares anymore, so that when you try to get all your friends to go out and march about something that they should already be thinking about, they're all like, 'Eh, is that even real?' Your enemies don't need people to disagree with you, they just need people not to care.

Don't say that he's hypocritical Say rather that he's apolitical. Once the rockets are up, who cares where they come down? "That's not my department," says Wernher von Braun.

Liz felt the loneliness of confiding something true in a person who didn't care.

But I never thought of who he wasn't, I never had to explain or defend him to myself, I didn't even care what we talked about.

reason to do anything other than bypass and ignore. And

Good God, what does it matter? If life is a tragedy, or a farce, or a disaster, or anything else, what do I care! Let life be what it likes. Give me a drink, that's what I want just now.

The salt, bitter passion of the sea, its indifference to the earth, its swinging, definite motion, its strength, its attack, and its salt burning, seemed to provoke her to a pitch of madness, tantalizing her with vast suggestions of fulfilment.

She was grieved, and bitterly sorry for the man who was hurt so much. But still, in her heart of hearts, where the love should have burned, there was a blank. Now, when all her woman's pity was roused to its full extent, when she would have slaved herself to death to nurse him and to save him, when she would have taken the pain herself, if she could, somewhere far away inside her she felt indifferent to him and to his suffering. It hurt her most of all, this failure to love him.

Come and see what books I found you, he said. She followed him implicitly. Books did not matter to her. But he insisted on her approving. She gazed over his arm, not seeing. But she touched him.

And again, there was the wage-squabble. Having lived among the owning classes, he knew the utter futility of expecting any solution of the wage-squabble. There was no solution, short of death. The only thing was not to care, not to care about the wages. Yet, if you were poor and wretched you had to care. Anyhow, it was becoming the only thing they did care about. The care about money was like a great cancer, eating away the individuals of all classes. He refused to care about money.

But she did not suffer so much, because she despised the triviality of these other people.

found the world a puzzling thing: it asked little of them, and they answered with little, and yet it ridiculed their offering. Such a paradox they could not understand, and therefore sank into listless indifference, or shiftlessness, or reckless bravado.

For example, she did not mind at all if Christendom should be done for, stove in, kaput, screwed up once and all. She did not mind that the Christers were like everybody else, if not worse.

Mal sirven a la libertad aquellos cuya buena intención se ve frustrada por un fracaso o dos o cualquier número de fracasos, o por la indiferencia despreocupada o la ingratitud de la gente, o por el triste espectáculo de las garras del poder, o si aparecen por el medio soldados y cañones o el código penal.

I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity beyond the grave, But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied, He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.

The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love, The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill-doing or loss or lack of money, or depressions or exaltations, Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news, the fitful events; These come to me days and nights and go from me again, But they are not the Me myself.

Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.

He never really cared too much about mechanical things.

A lover persevere in his suit under very discouraging circumstances. Affection can withstand very severe storms of rigor, but no a long polar frost of downright indifference. Don't, even with your attractions, try the experiment upon any lover whose faith you value. Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope, but no altogether without it.

She fixed him with a gaze that said that she had looked into the void and that she was really not impressed with it.

I am and never become a teacher doing my job in a listless charade of indifference.