Quotes About Indifference

He ignores you, but you like him. He does nothing, but you fall for him. You miss him, even though you know he will never care.

Ive learned that no matter how much I care, some people just dont care back.

Life is most enjoyed on two occasions: when intoxicated or not giving a fu... I'm doing both so I'm elated.

I'm afraid the only day you'll care about me is when I'm not around to hear you say it

Never thought being there for someone was a bad thing? Oh well life goes on. I'll just keep it moving like it was just nothing.

Sorry I had to let you go but I couldnt hold on anymore. It kills me to let you go but its even worse to see that you dont care at all about me. You mean everything to me but I guess to you, I'm just another friend. The more I hold on, the more I'm going to get hurt. Someday I'm going to look back and regret and I'm gonna wish I tried harder but the sad truth is, that in the end the one that gets hurt isnt you, its me.

Yes, indeed, if some of these boys are a bit soft and chicken-hearted and hesitate, they shoot them immediately, a dozen bullets through the skin and that's that. In a way it's got to be done and what does it matter to the officers? They get their pesetas all the same and that's all they care about.

pococurantism,

A stranger leaves us indifferent, and indifference does not prompt us to unkind actions.

happy that the satisfaction of his curiosity had left their love intact and that after having simulated a sort of indifference toward Odette for so long, he had not given her, by his jealousy, that proof of loving her too much which, between two lovers, exempts forever after, from loving enough, the one who receives

an inverse operation multiplies to such a degree what concerns our welfare and divides by such a formidable figure what does not concern it, that the death of millions of unknown people hardly affects us more unpleasantly than a draught.

For me, of course, these faces were not what they must have been for Saint-Loup: in his memory, through the transparent indifference of impassive features that feigned not to know him, under the ordinariness of a greeting that could have been exchanged with anyone else, he could see the tumbled hair, the gasping mouth, the half-closed eyes, all the detail of a silent scene which a painter, wishing not to offend visitors to his studio, conceals behind a more seemly canvas.

And by a strange coincidence, that reasoned fear of danger was born at the very moment when the idea of death had become indifferent to me. The fear of no longer existing had formerly horrified me at each new love I experienced—for Gilberte, for Albertine—because I could not bear the thought that one day the being who loved them might not be there; it was a sort of death. But the very recurrence of this fear led to its changing into calm confidence.

First and foremost, the departure often occurs at a moment when our indifference—real or imagined—is at its greatest,

He made what apology he could and hurried home, glad that the satisfaction of his curiosity had preserved their love intact, and that, having feigned for so long a sort of indifference towards Odette, he had not now, by his jealousy, given her the proof that he loved her too much, which, between a pair of lovers, for ever dispenses the recipient from the obligation to love enough. He

Actually, the very notion that it will come within reach—that there is no fulfillment which will be forever denied us, as long as it has ceased to be a fulfillment we desire—is one which, though true, is only partly true. By the time it comes to us, we have become indifferent to it.

Such effects of Habit may seem contradictory; but the laws which govern it are many and varied. In Paris, it was because of Habit that I had become more and more indifferent to Gilberte. The change in my habits—that is, the momentary suspension of Habit—put its finishing touch to that process when I set off for Balbec. Habit may weaken all things, but it also stabilizes them; it brings about a dislocation, but then makes it last indefinitely.

The opposite of love isn't hate–it's indifference. And if you hate me, that means you still care.

It is not right to vex ourselves at things, for they care not about it.

Be modest and simple in your deportment, and treat with indifference whatever lies between virtue and vice. Love the human race; obey God.

As for Frank—who cares?

Marvin is hairy in shirtsleeves, elbows on the table. High day or holiday or Judgement Day – no difference to Marvin. He would have put his elbows on the table if he'd been an apostle at the Last Supper.

But the superiority of the British is that it is a matter of complete indifference to them if they appear to be stupid.

Di nuovo l'acqua tiepida. Come si fa a vivere con una persona con così pochi slanci verso di te? E' come fare il bagno nell'acqua tiepida. Non fa caldo, e non fa ancora freddo.