Quotes About Apathy

Convinced that there is little they can do, they do little.

Oh, wow!" he groaned. "If you were a TV program, I'd switch channels.

Today, I'll look some fuck right in his eyes and squeeze the trigger on him without even giving two shits about it, knowing I'm going to take everything he ever had, ever will have, ever loved, ever loved him away without as much as a second thought and sleep just fine tonight. That should really fuck up the normal guy, but not me.

El mundo entero ha enloquecido. ¡Deje que enloquezca! ¿Qué importa si matan a mil personas más?

They were so ignorant! Young men and women, educated very carefully to be apolitical, to be technicians who thought they disliked politics, making them putty in the hands of their rulers, just like always. It was appalling how stupid they were, really, and he could not help lashing into them.

For the first time he really felt that it was no use trying to save those who fundamentally would rather not be saved.

He seemed unaware of what was going on, stared out without hope or ambition, without worry, developing a quality devoid of qualities to get him through this life.

Actually I do know. Now ask me if I care.

Just because I don't care doesn't mean I don't understand.

Eventually settlers grew to be like the Indians themselves, she remarked. Westerners such as her family, she said, were "frontiersmen," so accustomed to an unrelenting succession of wilderness hazards that it "made us … apathetic. I can't get the right word for it. Indians were like that you know and they lived under nearly the same conditions."51 Those conditions determined the attitude, she seemed to be saying, not culture or color of skin.

Excuse me while I jot that down in my Big Blue Book of Who Gives a Shit?

Zda si? by? ?yw? -gdyby nie to oko, Gdzie ju? nie ?wieci ni ?za, ni nami?tno??, Gdzie mieszka zimna, wieczna oboj?tno??.

Some would fight for any cause, some for none at all.

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool.

Most men's anger about religion is as if two men should quarrel for a lady that neither of them care for.

Men are accomplices to that which leaves them indifferent.

L'alcool tue lentement. On s'en fout. On n'est pas pressés.

You sat in your nice little flat all through our war and watched us, bleeding all over the TV news. And you thought, 'How awful!' and then you got up and made yourself another cup of gourmet coffee." I flinched when he said that. It was a pretty accurate description.

There is nothing harder than the softness of indifference.

Not to he who is offensive to us are we most unfair, but to he who does not concern us at all.

Most of us have no real loves and no real hatreds. Blessed is love, less blessed is hatred, but thrice accursed is that indifference which is neither one nor the other.

Tolerance is a tremendous virtue, but the immediate neighbours of tolerance are apathy and weakness.

He looked at me as if I was a side dish he hadn't ordered.

We grow weary of those things (and perhaps soonest) which we most desire.