Quotes About Indifference

Indifference is one of the seven deadly sins, actually the greatestof them all, because it is the only one that sins against life.

I have no interest in dying.But I have to. I have to care one day about things that don't matter to me.

For all my desire to be interesting, I have to confess that for most things and people I don't give a damn.

Some people are filled by compassion and a desire to do good, and some simply don't think anything's going to make a difference.

How do you resign yourself to something that will never be? You stop wanting just that thing. You go numb. Or you kill the agent of desire.

A 'whim' is a desire experienced by a person who does not know and does not care to discover its cause.

So dancing was not something I had a great desire to do.

I have no desire to ever talk to Sean Penn.

Education: the inculcation of the incomprehensible into the indifferent by the incompetent.

I don't have any expectations of anything.

The people we helped in the field, they know what the legacy is. The 40% or so of Americans that really can't stand the name of Blackwater, that's fine, I'll never really win them over anyway. And I really don't care.

I been asked about my legacy and I really don't care much about the legacy.

I just don't feel much interested in the lifestyles of the rich and famous.

I just don't care what people like Lily Allen think about stuff.

I don't care about losses anymore.

I love my country. If they don't love me, I don't care.

People can love you, or they can hate you. It really doesn't matter.

We've won both the best and worst band in so many major magazines - we just get written off so much, but we don't care.

Don't think I can't see your point of view — you're a young fellow, disappointed in love, impatient — naturally you think Fate's against you. Take it from me, Fate doesn't care either way most of the time.

I'm sorry for when you asked me about Soviet foreign policy I said , Who gives a $@!&?

No one cared what she wanted. No one had ever cared. And perhaps, worst of all, no one ever would care.

I still didn't believe him. And for the moment, I didn't much care one way or the other. My whole mind had swung back to Simon.

I'll tell you what I long for, the days of disarray, when I didn't give a damn or a fuck or a farthing.

They read denunciations, certificates, cases. They hurriedly signed sentences. They yawned. They drank wine. [ . . . ] At night they chased barefooted, naked people Over ice-covered stones Against a northeast wind Into wastelands outside town. [ . . . ] They threw them, not all killed yet, into a pit. They hurriedly covered them with earth.