Quotes About Disregard

Nothing compares with the paperweight as a bad gift. To me, there's no better way than a paperweight to express to someone, I refused to put any thought into this at all.

I would just spit, burp, and call good riddance! Who needs ya? Who cares?

You disregard God when you disregard His people

I don't care what people think. People are stupid.

Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!

Damn and dump this Exit poll result in the garbage.

I'm late, the kind of late that suggest I have no regard for the emotional health of my Nigerian parents who probably think I've been kidnapped by the enemies of progress.

What did you forget I existed?

There's a thousand different ways a group of people can make someone in their midst feel unwanted.

The global business climate is likewhatever, dude.

Her name is unimportant and her face a visual sin.

That's the duty of the old, said the Liberian, to be anxious on behalf of the young. And the duty of the young is to scorn the anxiety of the old.

If there are other rules, I have forgotten them, and if I've forgotten them it is because they don't matter.

The greatest day-to-day enemy of the poor is the middle-class bureaucrat who contemptuously treats them as data to be processed, without care to their needs or circumstances

I am like a dead begonia hanging upside down because like a dead begonia I don't give a f**k.

i am like a dead begonia hanging upside down because like a dead begonia I don't give a fuck

Kids don't give a shit about clipboards.

There's much protest, but it falls on deaf ears.

i am like a dead begonia hanging upside down because like a dead begonia i don't give a fuck

Our feelings of sympathy do not embrace all of humanity in equal measure. Some human beings matter to us. We care intensely about their well-being. Others do not matter very much, and still others do not matter at all. This is a hard saying, and may be difficult to accept but it is obviously and undeniably true.

The lady was old, the lady was ill. It didn't matter what the lady believed.

I could care less whether the American public knows what I look like.

I couldn't care less about what anybody else has to say.

he suddenly swerved in the other lane and there was the screeching of brakes and screams and curses and he gave them all the finger out the window and continued to weave his way through the traffic, giving his perpetual finger to the horn blowers as he pounded his own, and yelling to them, What else ya get fa Christmas besides a new horn