Quotes About Indifference

I looked at him attentively. It was really true, there was no longer anything about him that could interest me. He wasn't even a fragment of the past, he was only a stain, like the print of a hand left years ago on a wall.

Uno ti può fare del male solo se vuoi bene a qualcuno. Ma io non voglio bene più a nessuno.

I couldn't calm down. Was it possible that Mario should leave me like this, without warning? It seemed to me incredible that all of a sudden he had become uninterested in my life, like a plant watered for years that is abruptly allowed to die of drought. I couldn't conceive that he had unilaterally decided that he no longer owed me any attention.

Are you seeing him?" he asked indifferently. I laughed, a kind of sob.

Stop it, who cares about this Dostoyevsky, who gives a damn about the Karamazovs.

Lo observé con atención. Él era exactamente así. No quedaba nada que pudiese interesarme de él. No era siquiera un fragmento del pasado, era solo una mancha, como la huella que una mano dejó años atrás en una pared.

lo que él no soporta es tu indiferencia, no puede aceptar que cuanto menos lo ves, mejor estás...

Desde hacía un tiempo yo no distinguía entre zonas públicas y privadas, no me importada que la gente me oyera y juzgara, advertía un fuerte deseo de representar mi rabia como si estuviera sobre un escenario. Cógela, le grité, no la soporto

I only enjoy what I can see, because I don't feel anything. For example, your new wallpaper. I like it and it can stay, it's quiet and it keeps quiet at least. Luckily I don't have to feel it, just see it.

His meals were always punctual. Whether she cooked well or badly he did not know; it was a matter of total indifference to him. During his meals, which he ate at his writing desk, he was busy with important considerations. As a rule he would not have been able to say what precisely he had in his mouth. He reserved consciousness for real thoughts; they depend upon it; without consciousness, thoughts are unthinkable. Chewing and digestion happen of themselves.

It may well be that our means are fairly limited and our possibilities restricted when it comes to applying pressure on our government. But is this a reason to do nothing? Despair is nor an answer. Neither is resignation. Resignation only leads to indifference, which is not merely a sin but a punishment

Only one enemy is worse than despair: indifference. In every area of human creativity, indifference is the enemy; indifference of evil is worse than evil, because it is also sterile.

I didn't care if he was a genius or a fucking idiot, he was rotting away, and it wasn't fun to watch.

My job is to cry cock-a-doodle-doo - and after that, I do not give a shit.

People occasionally report that music has increased depression; but, unless someone is so depressed as to be unresponsive to any external stimulus, music is more likely to raise his spirits or at least relieve the sterility of being unable to care about anything or anybody which is so characteristic of depression. It is better to feel that life is tragic than to be indifferent to it.

There is something beautiful, touching and poetic when one person loves more than the other, and the other is indifferent.

Ninguno de los dos se tomó la molestia de averiguar si gozaba de aquellos momentos o si constituían un suplicio para ella. Al fin y al cabo, sólo era una esclava, y su opinión les tenía sin cuidado. Un

I am in myself so little that what they do with me scarcely interests me.

The stand of the people is very clear that they do not care about anyone and are just audience who will either cheer or tear out to the performance of a person then forget everything to go to their own house.

I might have speculated on my chances of going to Heaven; but candidly I did not care. I could not have wept if I had tried. I had no wish to review the evils of my past. But the past did seem to have been a bit wasted. The road to Hell may be paved with good intentions: the road to Heaven is paved with lost opportunities.

Privilege is just another word for not having to care.

The scar, and her indifference to it, did something extraordinary for her, just as damage to some art object threw into relief how beautiful it had once been, tarnishing and tempering her face with the reminder of what humanity did to lovely things and how they bore it.

The sad and horrible conclusion is that no one cared that Jews were being murdered... This is the Jewish lesson of the Holocaust and this is the lesson which Auschwitz taught us.

An empathy wall is an obstacle to deep understanding of another person, one that can make us feel indifferent or even hostile to those who hold different beliefs or whose childhood is rooted in different circumstances.