Quotes About Indifference

While ignorance might be bliss, apathy can be deadly.

The spirit of the world encloses four kinds of spirits, diametrically opposed to charity--the spirit of resentment, spirit of aversion, spirit of jealousy and the spirit of indifference.

Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell. I will never understand that but oh well.

Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me!

Unseasonable kindness gets no thanks.

There are people who have lost every trace of human kindness.

There's a lot of not caring that goes under the name of minding your own business.

A lot of you cared, just not enough.

We could go up to the top of the hill, and restructure our entrance, do away with the contradiction of being nowhere but here, the assumed proportion of a presence that will always escape, of being nowhere but near the presumed indifference that solicits our wakefulness. Day begins its indiscreet translation once again, flowing through the pearl white of loss, or the indelible deep blue of fractured words. Remove emptiness. Replace nothing.

Smile and others will smile back. Smile to show how transparent, how candid you are. Smile if you have nothing to say. Most of all, do not hide the fact you have nothing to say nor your total indifference to others. Let this emptiness, this profound indifference shine out spontaneously in your smile... Americans may have no identity, but they do have wonderful teeth.

A society which allows an abominable event to burgeon from its dung heap and grow on its surface is like a man who lets a fly crawl unheeded across his face or saliva dribble from his mouth -- either epileptic or dead.

Smile and others will smile back. Smile to show how transparent, how candid you are. Smile if you have nothing to say. Most of all, do not hide the fact you have nothing to say nor your total indifference to others. Let this emptiness, this profound indifference shine out spontaneously in your smile.

Indifferent and bright as a slaughterhouse knife, he passed by, cleaving them all into two slices which came noiselessly together again, though emitting a slight scent of hopelessness which no one divulged.

As soon as any man says of the affairs of the State What does it matter to me the State may be given up for lost.

I feel about airplanes the way I feel about diets. It seems to me that they are wonderful things for other people to go on.

Emotion integrates but emotivity isolates. So free yourself from affectivity. In this absence of emotivity, you may have the impression at first that you become indifferent. But very soon you'll see that there is really affection for your surroundings. Emotion, affection, is giving.

She doubted not that in time she would grow as indifferent as others to these matters; but there was a softness within her which made it difficult for her. She must conform. She must be like those who lived about her. But for the time being she would refuse to think of the cruel things which could happen to men and women, merely because they spoke too freely. She wanted to be happy; therefore she would not think of anything that might make her otherwise. She

Your universe has no meaning to them. They will not try to understand. They will be tired, they will be cold, they will make a fire with your beautiful oak door...

I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

That was the simple truth: he just couldn't be bothered.

They are so accustomed to the feeling that their senses are deadened to it;

We are in a system that doesn't give a rap about sacredness.

There is no mystery to happiness. Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn -- or worse, indifference -- cleaves to them, or they to it, and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays. The happy man dies not look back. He doesn't look ahead. He lives in the present.

Well, I'm not a big sports fan.