Quotes About Indifference

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

To become indignant at [people's] conduct is as foolish as to be angry with a stone because it rolls into your path.

It is sometimes best to leave things alone. If there is something you want but cannot have, show contempt for it. The less interest you reveal, the more superior you seem.

I decided that the ten percent of the population who worry about these things would be appalled by the report, assuming they ever managed to locate it. The remaining ninety would probably just shrug.

She had the resigned indifference of extreme old age. Buildings and empires rose and fell. It snowed. It stopped snowing. People came and went. One day death would come for her, and she would not find that surprising either, and she would not care -

When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, Who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know Of love's austere and lonely offices?

She understood his eyes, colder than winter's heart. A man who knew he was dead and couldn't make himself care; you are spared that. Mashiara. His lost love.

All right, then. If she wants to be like that, there's nothing I can do.

I remember when my aunt died, the thing that pissed me off the most was going to get groceries the next day and seeing all those people who didn't care... didn't understand why I was so upset when I saw her brand of cigarettes behind the counter.

But the biggest clue seemed to be their expressions. They were hard to explain. Good-natured, friendly, easygoing – and uninvolved. They were like spectators. You had the feeling they had just wandered in there themselves and somebody had handed them a wrench. There was no identification with the job.

Your heart does roughly the same thing whether you are in a murderous rage or having an orgasm. Again, the opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.

The opposite of love is not hate; its opposite is indifference." The biologies of strong love and strong hate are similar in many ways, as we'll see.

Elie Wiesel, el ganador del Premio Nobel y superviviente de un campo de concentración: «Lo contrario al amor no es el odio; lo contrario es la indiferencia». Las biologías del amor fuerte y del odio fuerte son parecidas en muchos aspectos, tal como veremos.

The opposite of love is not hate; its opposite is indifference.

the opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.

There were moments when life at school became a matter of utter indifference to him. Then the putty of his everyday concerns dropped out and, with nothing more to bind them together, the hours of his life fell apart.

The further I get from the things that I care about, the less I care about how much further away I get.

When people ask me that absurd question Do you like children? I always feel like retorting - and sometimes do, if I think the questioner has brains enough to understand the retort - Why don't you ask me if I like grown-up people? I like some very much, detest others, and am indifferent to the vast majority.

Me da igual si lastimo sus sentimientos! Tengo la esperanza de que así sea. ¡Usted ha herido los míos como nadie lo había hecho! ¡Nadie me había ofendido así en toda mi vida

Ä°nsanlar size kar?? iyi davranmaya çal???yorlarsa, bunu baÅŸaramad?klar? zaman pek fazla umursamazs?n?z.

And so the result of several years of Everybody Shareskyism, other than slaughtering people, is for everybody to stand around and stare blankly at each other.

the moment indifference took over, life began to subside. Few men rose out of it: most lost all impulse toward activity and ended by offering death at least a halfhearted welcome.

Time is not your friend. It doesn't care if you live fast or die slow, if you are or if you aren't. It was here before you arrived and it will go on after you leave. Time doesn't care who wins or who loses, if your life span is full or empty, honorable or shameful. Time is indifferent. It simply doesn't give a shit.

Andrea's really good-looking," I say to Kendra in a low voice when I hear the Vespa and the jeep start up. "Whatever." She shrugs. "The weird thing? I love to, you know, hook a boy on the line, but when I do? I don't care about 'em anymore. I'm funny that way.