Quotes About Indifference

I don't want to listen to that because I don't care about here past. I am going to take a walk

It's strange how the Night erases all colors, as if it didn't give a damn about such worldly extravagance.

I fretted myself about the mistakes of government, like other people; but finding myself every day grow more angry, and the government growing no better, I left it to mend itself.

There is no moral middle ground. Indifference is not an option. ... For the sake of our children, I implore each of you to be unyielding and inflexible in your opposition to drugs.

I felt as though the vessel if my suffering had become empty, as if nothing could interest me now. I had lost even the ability to suffer.

I am congenitally unable to take much interest in other people,

To adore. To be adored." What vulgar words, there is something shallow and too self-satisfied in them. Just when these words are spoken on a festive occasion, a magnificent temple starts to fall, and after that, there is only complete indifference.

I slept quietly so that I would breathe without coughing, and felt a curious indifference. I even felt like I had been waiting for that night for a long time. The words "heart's desire" came to mind.

All I could do was look helplessly on. Those who suffer shall suffer. Those who fall shall fall. It had nothing to do with me, it was just the way the world was.

The biggest enemy of future success is arrogance, indifference and the unwillingness to learn, unlearn, relearn, change and grow.

One can give a really unbiased opinion only about things that do not interest one

Prayer is the battle; it is a matter of indifference where you are. Whichever way God engineers circumstances, the duty is to pray.

Reviews? Didn't read 'em.

The seminal journey of the forties is from "everyone hates me" to "they don't really care.

gift.) I'm not bothered by the famous Parisian

We suffer, ironically, from our indifference to those among us who suffer.

Nothing human has ever mattered to this world. Nothing human has ever excited the interest of rivers or flowers. Everything fades away in the specks of this blurred haze that the fire of the sun has added to the heat of the light.

Charles could care less about shoes - and he suspected he wasn't alone among men in his feelings. Shoe, no shoe, he didn't care. Naked was good, though over the past couple of weeks he was beginning to think that dressed in his clothes was a decent second best.

People I cared about could hurt my feels, but almost complete strangers? I could care less what they thought.

For neither life nor nature cares if justice is ever done or not.

My blood was boiling, which is not a good thing for a coldblood. Dracula was dead. Rex was dying or dead. Breakfast was dying. And I was caring about it all. Meanwhile, that blasted Gunnar did nothing but sit and stare at his teevee all day. He was the reason we were all here, the reason we were suffering and dying, and he barely noticed us. I hissed so hard it hurt.

Dahmer was a marked man from the day he entered the penitentiary. His murder in prison was inevitable, and Dahmer would have been told this prior to being moved out of solitary. His desire to be around other people must have outweighed his fear of being killed, or he simply didn't care anymore.

We coexisted in a state of mutual detachment.

He was enveloped in a fog of indifference that grew thicker and thicker. Did I have the right to rouse him from it, to force him to think of something painful?