Quotes About Indifference

Sometimes, don't you sometimes wish you didn't care? I mean course you want a change, we want a change, but if a change ain't godsdamn coming, then the next thing I wish is that I didn't care.

But a man cannot remain indifferent to the world around him; it worries him and torments him to think that he could be happier somewhere else, and that he is where he is simply through a mistake of fate

I don't care about age very much.

Trying to fight inertia and indifference with analytical arguments is like tossing a fire extinguisher to someone who's drowning. The solution doesn't match the problem.

Now that she no longer cares whether tears blotch her letter, she feels no need to weep.

I don't give a fistful of ashes!

In the quiet of the garden then the robin shook his worm, and swallowed its life from the light into darkness with the quick indifference of a god.

With this girl – girl three in the queue – her story had made her so sad that she did not know the name of the place where she was at and she did not want to know. The girl was not even curious.

Leaders make themselves and others comfortable in a changing world. They eagerly explore new ideas, approaches, and cultures rather than shrink defensively from what lurks around life's next corner. Anchored by nonnegotiable principles and values, they cultivate the "indifference" that allows them to adapt confidently.

I've never been cool and I don't really care about being cool. It's just an awful lot of time and hair gel wasted.

The girl's name was Desiree, or that's what she said it was anyway. Allan honestly could not have cared less.

Even if she realized that they didn't want her overhearing their conversation, she didn't seem to care at all.

Manfred sapeva assai bene che esiste una sorta di bravura che lascia del tutto fredda la persona in gamba.

Der reine Hohn. Niemand kümmert sich um sie. Die sich lange kennen, sind begierig, ihre immer gleichen Gespräche fortzuführen und interessieren sich nur oberflächlich für die Angelegenheiten eines Fremden.

she would say to the children as they crowded about her bent shoulders, peering at her satin stitch or Madeira work, "my kids too: I'm not proud; well, I don't care what happens to you kids, I've done my best and if that's not satisfactory, you must try another shop.

I had left the cellar filled with ardent hope. A child had died there. She began life again as an adult. I wanted someone else to be glad I was alive. But men were interested in no one but themselves, and the sun caressed my thin arms and pale face with as much indifference as if I had been a blade of grass.

Where genealogy was concerned, I met many people who proclaimed their indifference to it, but it was often an extremely vigorous indifference.

These people," she said. "These people who die and you never knew them. What are you supposed to feel?" She really wanted me to tell her. She really thought that I would know. "Nothing," I said, tossing the key on her bed. "You're not supposed to feel anything.

Or perhaps it was the crying woman's mention of the unread library books, because truly there was nothing sadder, except a gift that a person has hand made for you, a scarf or a poncho, that, try as you might, you cannot ever see your way into wearing. This is when the cold indifference of the world envelops you, and makes you feel invigorated by emotion but also acutely alone.

I am not Hamlet. I don't play a role anymore. My words have nothing more to tell me. My thoughts suck the blood out of the images. My drama is cancelled. Behind me the set is being built. By people my drama doesn't interest, for people it doesn't concern. It doesn't interest me anymore either. I won't play along anymore.

Und ich sehe Freds Gesicht, unerbittlich alt werdend, leergefressen von einem Leben, das nutzlos wäre und gewesen wäre ohne die Liebe, die er mir einflößt. Das Gesicht eines Mannes, der zu früh von Gleichgültigkeit erfaßt wurde gegen alles, was ernst zu nehmen andere Männer sich entschlossen haben. Und sagte kein einziges Wort S.39

Wherever I live, I shall feel homesick for Tibet. I often think I can still hear the cries of wild geese and cranes and the beating of their wings as they fly over Lhasa in the clear, cold moonlight. My heartfelt wish is that my story may create some understanding for a people whose will to live in peace and freedom has won so little sympathy from an indifferent world.

Can officially confirm that the way to a man's heart these days is not through beauty, food, sex, or alluringness of character, but merely the ability to seem not very interested in him.

Can officially confirm that the way to a man's heart these days is not through beauty, food, sex, or alluringness of character, but merely the ability to seem not very interested in him.