Quotes About Indifference

Half condemn him and write him off as useless like him dad. The other half just shrug and indulge him and say, 'Well, that's Adrian.

Over the epitaph of this generation it will say ENTERTAINED TO DEATH.

They say that death kills you, But death doesn't kill you. Boredom and indifference kill you.

Death and its associates, after the initial shock, produce callousness.

How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.

I used to be afraid of two things - being alone and not being able to write. Since Albert's death, I don't care about writing or about other people.

The death penalty doesn't need your assent to continue ... it needs your indifference.

If he no longer gave a shit, why did he give a shit?

15I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! 16So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth.

We all want to triumph. But we all have to learn to endure what comes. We have to learn to treat misfortune and great fortune with indifference. That is wisdom.

We all want triumph. But we all have to learn to endure what comes. We have to learn to treat misfortune and great fortune with indifference.

My mother does not need your good opinion," Anthony says icily. "None of us care what you think.

Al Hickey: [following the final shootout] Nobody came... nobody cares. It's still not about anything. Frank Boggs: Yeah, you told me.

son ellos, los hundidos, los cimientos del campo; ellos, la masa anónima, continuamente renovada y siempre idéntica, de no-hombres que marchan y trabajan en silencio, apagada en ellos la llama divina, demasiado vacíos ya para sufrir verdaderamente. Se duda en llamarlos vivos: se duda en llamar muerte a su muerte, ante la que no temen porque están demasiado cansados para comprenderla.

He looked like a bored boy deciding whether to poke a dead fish.

You are not my high school crush, idiot." "Great. I can die happy, then.

I know you want me to feel some sympathy for them, but that's not who I am. I care only about those I know, and even then, not all that deeply. Strangers get nothing from me.

Human nature was all about shifting blame...and responsibility. How else could you explain concentration camps and genocide and all the awful things people did to each other every day? They just carried on life and pretended like the evil didn't exist, as long as it was happening out of their direct view.

But, you see, that's the luxury of being a lout—you get to be selective about when you care and when you don't. The rest of us get stuck when your care goes shallow.

My form is neither pleasing nor displeasing," she said. "But I've let the world see how little I care for its verdict.

He had tried to shed his pain, to rise from the ashes like a drab phoenix with no hope except the cold peace of indifference. Now that events forced him to open himself to the world again, he was swamped by emotion as a novice surfer was overwhelmed by each cresting wave.

For the first time, he considered that utter indifference might inspire not inner peace but a limitless capacity for evil.

At his passing, there was not even an eddy in the snow, neither the briefest glimpse of the occluded moon nor the faintest stirring through the trees. In this regard, her death, when sooner or later it came, would be like his: the world indifferent, turning smoothly onward toward the fascination of another dawn.

Guns don't feel nothin' about you, one way or t'other. No fair reason for you to feel bad towards them.