Quotes About Apathy

There were areas of her life about which she cared passionately and which he was indifferent to or simply unaware of.

We're like . . . like dinosaurs bedazzled by all the pretty lights in the sky, too fucking stupid to realise it's a comet getting closer and closer.

Men who aren't enough like human beings even to hate—what one feels when they loom into view is just an overwhelming lack of interest, the sort of deep disengagement that is often a defense against pain.

It's painful to believe that the would-be "public servants" you're forced to choose between are all phonies whose only real concern is their own care and feeding and who will lie so outrageously and with such a straight face that you know they've just got to believe you're an idiot. So who wouldn't yawn and turn away, trade apathy and cynicism for the hurt of getting treated with contempt?

It's hard to get good answers to why Young Voters are so uninterested in politics. This is probably because it's next to impossible to get someone to think hard about why he's not interested in something. The boredom itself preempts inquiry; the fact of the feeling's enough.

I didn't know how Douglas and Mickey felt about the news, but the Earth seemed so far away now it didn't matter anymore. Maybe that was the wrong way to feel, but that's what I felt anyway.

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

It's a highly deceptive world, one that constantly asks you to comment but doesn't really care what you have to say.

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

Going through the motions gives you plenty of time to examine the motions. I used to find this interesting. Now it has taken on the taint of meaninglessness.

Kids don't give a shit about clipboards.

All he feels is the bored emptiness of the flat, flat world. And there's no one who bores him more than himself.

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

One of the biggest blocks to overcome in getting out of depression and apathy is that of blame. Blame is a whole subject in itself. Looking into it is rewarding. To begin with, there are a lot of payoffs to blame. We get to be innocent; we get to enjoy self-pity; we get to be the martyr and the victim; and we get to be the recipients of sympathy. Perhaps the biggest payoff of blame is that we get to be the innocent victim and the other party is the bad one.

In my brief glimpse of what is to come I realize how little I care to witness it. I have seen the future and I'm fairly relieved to say, it looks nothing like me.

I wanted it, I wanted, I wanted, but the moment it was mine, it ceased to interest me.

I wanted it, I wanted it, I wanted it, but the moment it was mine, it ceased to interest me.

No," I corrected her, "I'm not a misogynist, I'm a misanthrope. I hate everyone equally.

Usually when I was forced to compete, it was my tactic to simply give up. To try in any way was to announce your ambition, which only made you more vulnerable. The person who wanted to win but failed was a loser, while the person who didn't really care was just a weirdo—a title I had learned to live with.

But the universe wasn't really unfair, she thought, and her mouth quirked. It just didn't give much of a damn one way or the other.

Nihilism, there's really nothing to it.

In the spineless perversity of your inertia, I detect indifference, even a whiff of condescension.

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

She loves to make a fuss, but she is rarely very attached to the fuss she makes.