Quotes About Apathy

Whether somebody think badly of me, whether somebody don't feel that I should be doing this or I should be doing that way, I don't really care. Whether they think that my fatigue is being laid, legs are skinny, I don't care.

I love football, but I'm sick of the World Cup. I don't even care about England.

That's the thing: We didn't really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes.

Hatred is so much closer to love than indifference.

Cold love's the loveliest love of all. So clear, so crisp, so empty. In short, so civilized.

Love and hate always remember; it is only indifference that forgets.

He had experiences as rich and memorable as any young man has ever enjoyed, and was moved by none of them.

Not doing anything is doing something and choosing to look away is a passive but no less mortal sin.

We're a complacent society, hard to get riled up in the first place, and then when we do, it's misdirected.

New Rule: People on reality shows have to quit saying, You either love me or you hate me. There's actually a third option: not giving a shit about you.

It's not that we don't care--it's just that that we'd prefer not to get involved.

New Rule: While you're telling me how your March Madness bracket is doing, you must also fill me in on your vacation and show me pictures of your kids. That way, I can not give a shit all at once.

You can present the material, but you can't make me care.

New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.

You know why you don't remember people's names, Kane?" "Why?" "You don't care that much about them.

I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.

Lisa's eyes, once so magnetic, now just look empty.

Detrás de la máscara de la libertad se esconde frecuentemente la dejadez, el deseo de no implicarse.

I don't care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

Already she feels jaded. Weary, and gladly tired and old.

I had lost all perspective; I was wandering in a desperate purgatory (with a gray man in a gray boat in a gray river: an apathetic Charon dawdling upon a passionless phlegmatic River Styx ... and a petulant Christ child bawling on the train ... ).

I crawled back into bed and pulled the sheet over my head. But even that didn't shut out the light, so I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.