Quotes About Apathy

The people who don't like me are completely irrelevant to me, just as I'm irrelevant to them.

I am not at all a romantic person, I hate flowers and candles... rather find it irritating.

Do you think I really care what Jeff Gordon says?

If he wants to blow his head off, let him. I don't give a damn about Jim Bakker.

As a comedian, frankly, I don't care that much about bad jokes.

Life's one great lesson was: Do not care. Not caring was a person's real protection.

The man who has ceased to fear has ceased to care.

Pain has its reasons, pleasure is totally indifferent.

Persecution was at least a sign of personal interest. Tolerance is composed of nine parts apathy to one of brotherly love.

Normal: lacking in taste, compassion, understanding, kindness, and ordinary human decency.

People think me a sort of Florence Nightingale, but I have no heroic qualities. I simply don't feel very much.

Like most Americans, though, I had led that numbingly chaste and uncommitted existence in which one forms neither sympathies nor antipathies of any enduring consequence.

What responsibility are you avoiding... He wasn't avoiding responsibility... Though there was one thing he clung to. An excuse, perhaps, like the dead emperor. It was the soul of the wretch. Apathy. The belief that nothing was his fault, the belief that he couldn't change anything. If a man was cursed, or if he believed he didn't have to care, then he didn't need to hurt when he failed. Those failures couldn't have been prevented. Someone or something else had ordained them.

He avoided stepping on the plants—though he wasn't sure why he bothered. The crops hardly seemed worth the effort. Wan, with wilted brown leaves, the plants seemed as depressed as the people who tended them.

Somewhere far beyond this world, I feel nothing anymore

I have lost the will to change

A dead black man—nothing to bother about.

After the first blush of sin comes its indifference; and from immoral it becomes, as it were, unmoral, and not quite unnecessary to that life which we have made.

Do you know I love you ? - I'm sure I don't care whether you do or not !

Oh we're not loved. We're not even hated. We're only just sweetly ignored.

A great many people give me the impression of never having for a moment felt anything.

I don't care who you may be--I don't want to know; it signifies very little to-day.

A personal relation was a relation only so long as people either perfectly understood or, better still, didn't care if they didn't.

In Europe one gets used to doing nothing. You sit on your ass and whine all day. You get contaminated. You rot.