Quotes About Dispassion

He felt nothing for them now, nothing but the merciless zero of indifference, not even the regret of a loss.

What vast funds of indifference society possesses

The spiritual path is very, very easy for a man of determination, patience, endurance, self-sacrifice, dispassion and a strong will.

if you have a strong power of endurance, patience and fine health, if your dispassion is intense and of a sustained type and if you are willing to do some selfless service to mankind, you need not worry about money.

There is a verse in a Shankaracharya composition: Bhaja Govindam, Kasya sukham na karoti viragaha? What pleasure is there that dispassion cannot give? It gives all pleasure because you are so totally in the moment. It puts you one hundred percent into the moment. Every moment is a peak experience.

When you consciously acknowledge dispassion as a prime factor to move life, then you are able to control the mind.

I'm not insincere. I just don't care, that's all.

I am sorry, said Monty. I cannot respond to you in any way. I am just not sufficiently interested in anything you have to say.

another thought, far more revolutionary: "Maybe they just don't care!

Impartiality is a pompous name for indifference, which is an elegant name for ignorance.

Impartiality is a pompous name for indifference, which is an elegant name for ignorance.

Dispassion argues superior self-control; sublime patience is the very hall-mark of divine knowledge, and to retain an unbroken calm amid all the duties and distractions of life, marks off the man of power.

I don't care one straw.

They weren't quite in their teens, yet their faces had the early trappings of apathy.

I am really not interested in the cinema.

Look like you've come up short on the number of fucks you need to not give

The power of spiritual knowledge gives you centeredness, which brings out passion in work & dispassion in meditation.

My interest in my work dies a sudden and violent death when the work is done.

I really don't feel like playing anymore.

All hospital emergency rooms have the same feel to them. They're all decorated in the same dull, muted tones and softened edges, which are meant to be comforting and aren't. They all have the same smell too: one part tangy antiseptics, one part cool dispassion, one part anxiety, and one part naked fear. They

I love you, Kenneth said, with terrible dispassion, but I would not burn the Library of Alexandria for you; and Anita, drily sobbing, cried, You son of a bitch.

I'm not ignoring your calls because I'm angry, I'm ignoring them because I'm ambivalent. Being mad means that you care. I'm just over it.

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