Quotes About Apathy

She fixed him with a gaze that said that she had looked into the void and that she was really not impressed with it.

Then there was Bryce - the most disturbing of all because I had to admit that I didn't really know him, either. And based on what I'd discovered lately, I didn't care to know anymore. Looking across the table at him, all I got was a strange, detached, neutral feeling. No fireworks, no leftover anger or resurging flutters. Nothing.

Indifference is the curse of this age. We need to hear that. Indifference is evil, and it could not be further from the heart of God. Don't think so? Let me point you to the Cross. Hanging there, Jesus was anything but indifferent.

When you are faced with a challenge that is far beyond your skills, the result is anxiety. When your skills are high but the challenges are low, you are bored. If you have low skills and the challenge is also low, you are able to do the job but are unlikely to become absorbed in it—apathy is the characteristic response. But when the skills are high and in balance with a stiff challenge, flow occurs. It is the Aristotelian principle on a two-dimensional plot.

My Master of Arts degree means nothing at all to these monkeys and I have come to share their indifference.

Two percent who care deeply about something are a more potent political force than the 98 percent who feel the opposite but aren't motivated enough to do anything about it.

People are dying and my generation just does not care. Including me. But I want to care. I really want to. I want to care so bad.

Your relationship having turned into a pantomime, a series of gestures in a well-worn scene, played out again and again, any underlying feeling having long since been obviated by emotional muscle memory, learning how to make the right faces, strike the right poses, not out of apathy or lack of sincerity, rather a need to preserve what was left of his pride.

Hi-def is merely the latest in a string of evolutional leaps that have transformed the way we sit slumped in front of a box wishing we were dead.

Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.

The truth is I never knew him well—only well enough to know that I didn't wish to know him better. •

Right now, they don't, because they think you, the voter, doesn't care.

Applying the 80:20 rule, I would say that 80 per cent of our youth don't even care about politics or government. What they care about are their lives—their jobs, their boyfriends or girlfriends and, well, that's about it. We can call this set of people Self-focused Indifferent Indians.

Self-focused Indifferent Indians.

Apathy among the Negroes themselves is also a factor. Even where polls are open to all, Negroes have shown themselves too slow to exercise their voting privileges. There must be a concerted effort on the part of Negro leaders to arouse their people from their apathetic indifference... In the past, apathy was a moral failure. Today, it is a form of moral and political suicide.

The opposite of education is not ignorance but indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference. Because of indifference, one dies before one actually dies.

Twas doing nothing was his curse. Is there a vice can plague us worse?

Then, as now, white America was largely indifferent to even the most shocking crimes, as long as they were restricted to the black community.

Human nature is above all things lazy.

Still, national politics meant little to him: about as much as paper airplanes would mean to the survivor of a plane crash.

So with nothing to do but algebra, Vlad settled down in front of the television with controller in hand.

The opposite of love is not hate, I believe. It's simply no longer caring.

As my late mother famously observed, the one thing to be said for growing old is that every year there are a few more things I don't have to give a rat's ass about.

When passion is dead, or absent, then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible and even a little despicable.