Quotes About Indifference

I'm not an idiot; I try not to look, but I see what people say about me on Facebook. I see other things written. But I don't care.

When people say 'Lysistrata' has always been seen as an anti-war play, what's interesting is to not make it an anti-war play, because I actually think there are important times to go to war in this world. That's just the reality. But what's interesting is the not caring.

I just lost interest in performing.

Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.

alla fine prevaleva quel piatto e anestetizzante trascorrere del tempo, che non accendeva l'entusiasmo ma neppure infliggeva sofferenza.

The price good men pay for indifference to public attairs is to be ruled by evil men.

The price good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men.

We have to let God's love break through the hard crust of our indifference, our spiritual weariness, our blind conformity to the spirit of this age. Only then can we let it ignite our imagination and shape our deepest desires. That is why prayer is so important: daily prayer, private prayer in the quiet of our hearts and before the Blessed Sacrament, and liturgical prayer in the heart of the Church.

That was the worst of it. The sky didn't care. The Earth went on turning through an endlessness of dark and silence, and what happened in the thin scum seething over its crust didn't matter.

Di sini tak ada rumah yang terkunci pintunya, siang ataupun malam. Di sini pintu bukanlah dibuat untuk menolak manusia, tapi menahan angin. Di sini semua orang tidur di ambin pada malam atau siang hari, termasuk para tamu yang tak pernah dipedulikan dari mana datangnya. Ia mendengar sekali lagi. Di kota setiap orang baru selalu ditetak dengan tanya: Siapa nama? Dari mana? Di sini orang tak peduli Mak Pin datang dari mana. Tak peduli Mak Pin gagu. Tak peduli sekalipun dia kelahiran neraka.

Man is a result of both his inherited instincts and his education. Among the miners and the seamen, their common occupations and their every-day contact with one another create a feeling of solidarity, while the surrounding dangers maintain courage and pluck. In the cities, on the contrary, the absence of common interest nurtures indifference, while courage and pluck, which seldom find their opportunities, disappear, or take another direction. Moreover

Tolerance is the result not of enlightenment but of boredom.

Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo. I was not, I was, I am not, I don't care.

Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo. I was not, I was, I am not, I don't care. It is the most common text found on Roman graves.

The girl strolled past, indifferently, seductively, her eyes hidden by cheap sunglasses. The old man sat up when the girl passed him. "Don't you think your pants are too tight?" he asked. "Kiss my ass, Uncle," she replied. He leaned forward. She kept going. "No one listens anymore," he said quietly.

In an age when man has forgotten his origins and is blind even to his most essential needs for survival, water along with other resources has become the victim of his indifference.

Standing so close, he realized how much he missed her, but looking into her cold, indifferent gaze, he realized something else; it just might be too late.

Exactly what am I supposed to care about? That we were just getting to the fun stuff? That my hand was on your breasts, and your hands were all over my chest, and both of us were having a good time? Damn right I care about that. I wasn't finished. But don't expect me to care that a little old lady looked in the window and watched. Why should I care what people are going to say about that? People have talked about me since the day I was born. I stopped caring a long time ago.

I am actually not that much into voting.

I read in the papers how much I'm earning and fall about laughing because I'm sure it's not that much; otherwise, I'd have an enormous boat. I'm literally not the slightest bit interested in money. I just don't pay any attention to money; it's rather vulgar.

There are those whose own vulgar normality is so apparent and stultifying that they strive to escape it. They affect flamboyant behaviour and claim originality according to the fashionable eccentricities of their time. They claim brains or talent or indifference to mores in desperate attempts to deny their own mediocrity.

Brazil hates me. Oh, big deal. Cry me a river, build a bridge, and walk over it.

I stopped and gazed on the little dull man who was being paid to be a teacher of teachers. I turned and walked to the door, slammed it closed with a bang, and broken glass crashed to the floor. There was uproar behind me in the class, which did not interest me at all.

I haven't watched one second of 'First Take' since I walked off that set.