Quotes About Indifference

Mrs. Corcoran ignored him. "I guess you can go ahead and bring in those ferns," she said to the delivery boy, eyeing the foil-wrapped pots with loathing.

He doesn't care that Bunny is dead. I could forgive him if that was why he felt this way, but it isn't. He wouldn't care if we killed half a dozen people. All that matters to him is keeping his own name out of it.

You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me and still come with me, and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.

Neville, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but, I really don't care.

This is your fault. I'm going to kill you. And all the cake is gone. You don't even care, do you?

I don't pay much attention to sports.

I don't want to get involved" has become our national motto. -Mike McIntyre

We are better than our culture. Load us down with prejudice, equip us with indifference, and we will nevertheless, at the critical moment, cast the nonsense aside and find our true selves.

And I myself woke up one day and realized all the people in my old life hated me… but somehow I didn't care. We each became immune to the Blue Plague, which labels all resistance as racist, bigoted, Nazi scumbags.

Yeah, yeah, whatever." Allegra was trying not to smile, so I think she saw it too.

She neither understood him nor believed him but she realized, with puzzlement, that now the man was being nice, though she did not even want him to be nice to her mother, she did not want him to be anything, to anybody, anywhere.

I do not care about the greatest good for the greatest number . . . Most people are poop-heads I do not care about them at all .

SHORT FORM OF THE SERENITY PRAYER—FUCK IT.

If they finally move, is it because they are warm enough, or is it that they are stiff, or bored?

There are many men, and a large number, who, though they do not wish to be rid of God, do not very much care to have him.

The victory of Christianity over paganism was the greatest psychic revolution in the history of our culture. By destroying pagan animism, Christianity made it possible to exploit nature in a mood of indifference to the feelings of natural objects.

Deke: 'You know what I'm wonderin'?' Malachi: 'No, and to tell the truth, I don't care' Deke: 'I'm wonderin' how you've managed to live to the ripe old age of 36, when it's a known fact that you've been brain-dead since birth' 'Strength of will', was the flat reply

And yet throughout the world, past and present, for thousands of years, those whom we call good men, righteous men, have been accustomed to the sight of such things, have sat and looked and considered them to be matters of course, have not demanded justice for the victims or offered to help them. This is the most appalling, unjust, and unequal thing, the most inexplicable theory under heaven.

After that, I was craftier with my observation, kept my head down and my eyes ready to leap away. But he was craftier still. At least once a dinner he would turn and catch me before I could feign indifference. Those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moments in my day that I felt anything at all. The sudden swoop of my stomach, the coursing anger. I was like a fish eyeing the hook.

He was watching me closely, reading my face over and over, like a priest searching the auguries for an answer. I could see the slight line in his forehead that meant utmost concentration. Something shifted in me then, like the frozen surface of the Apidanos in spring. I had seen the way he looked at Deidameia; or rather the way he did not. It was the same way he had looked at the boys in Phthia, blank and unseeing. He had never, not once, looked at me that way.

At least once a dinner he would turn and catch me before I could feign indifference. Those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that I felt anything at all.

He wanted to see how moonish I was over him. But all the sop in me was gone. I did not lie dreaming of him during the days, I did not speak his name into my pillow.

Waves can wash away the most stubborn stains, and the stars do not care one way or the other.

It's a tricky, complex, indifferent society, Puss. It's a loophole world. And there are a lot of clever animals who know how to reach through the loopholes and pick the pockets of the unsuspecting.