Quotes About Indifference

The critics don't bother me.

I don't have to talk about critics - I don't care.

Bored people, unless they sleep a lot, are cruel.

I'm not really a current events guy, sadly.

I do get cynical, but what can you do? It doesn't make any difference.

I don't really give a damn about too much other than myself.

I don't give a damn about trolls.

I don't know what they'll say when I die. I don't give a damn, but they'll probably cry.

I don't give a damn about Hollywood.

People can attack me personally, say what they want - I don't give a damn.

Republicans don't give a damn about anti-Semitism. They just don't care.

If a stranger is writing something completely fictitious, or insulting me on a blog or a tabloid, I don't take it personally.

I couldn't care less about fashion. If I had taken any clothes home, they would have remained in my closet for the rest of their existence.

It doesn't really bother us, the team that is in fashion or that is being talked about the most. Whatever praise or criticism we receive doesn't really matter.

There's no conversation more boring than talking about what it's really like to live in Newport and how the show compares to the real thing. I just don't care.

You murder someone at the Ice Capades and the place goes apeshit. You blow someone's head off in a war zone, people step over the body and have a snack.

If Jesus, Jesse James, and a herd of pink robot unicorns strolled in walking on water, this bunch wouldn't even look up.

the awareness of a community that indifference, as well as injustice, was their enemy.

Not giving a shit, she decided, is like the defrost option on a car's heater that miraculously unfogs the windshield, allowing you to see where you're headed.

because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.

It's a disease. Nobody thinks or feels or cares any more; nobody gets excited or believes in anything except their own comfortable little God damn mediocrity.

For a year she found an exquisite pain - almost pleasure - in facing the world as if she didn't care. Look at me, she would say to herself in the middle of a trying day. Look at me: I'm surviving; I'm coping; I'm in control of all this.

Aveva vinto, ma non si sentiva vincitore. Era riuscito a raddrizzare il corso della propria esistenza, ma si sentiva più che mai vittima dell'indifferenza del mondo. Non sembrava giusto.

It's a disease. Nobody thinks or feels or cares any more; nobody gets excited or believes in anything except their own comfortable little God damn mediocrity.