Quotes About Disinterest

I always try to give credit whenever credit is doo doo even thought I really don't give a crap!

Is it true you were born i the eighteen-hundreds?" Sophia yelled through the window. "What of it?" Grandmother answered, very distinctly. "What do you know about the eighteen-hundreds?" "Nothing, and i'm not interested, either," Sophia shouted and ran away.

She could easily have remarked on the heavy skiing weather, or asked how he could even see the road, or complained about the town not getting its ploughs out-- anything at all to show interest or pretend to show interest, the way people talk to make things a little more pleasant-- but no, not Katri Kling. There she stood squinting through her cigarette smoke, her black hair like a mane shrouding her face as she leaned over the table.

I'm fresh out of fucks to give.

found myself confiding that I had been bored in church and in school and listening to speeches (escuchando discursos).

To me, nothing in the art world is neutral. The idea of 'disinterest' strikes me as boring, dishonest, dubious, and uninteresting.

He bores me. He ought to have stuck to his flying machine. [On Leonardo Da Vinci]

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.

I'm bored with it all. - Last Words

I think that at best the universe is indifferent.

Go away. I told you, I'm not interested." She looked from his lap to his face. "Your nose is growing too.

My own apathy is bone chilling.

Yet what best protected privacy wasn't concealment but apathy - the fact that other people simply weren't interested.

Yet what best protected privacy wasn't concealment but apathy—the fact that other people simply weren't interested.

Politics is an unknown territory, which I will never venture.

And why did I actually give a single hummingbird's fart what it meant?

Apesar de todos os cuidados e reclamações sobre ervas daninhas, eles não davam a mínima para os gramados.

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

I'm a free soul who hates paying attention to things I am not interested in. Consequently, I have rarely been comfortable in the role of 'employee.'

i am like a dead begonia hanging upside down because like a dead begonia I don't give a fuck

i am like a dead begonia hanging upside down because like a dead begonia i don't give a fuck

In my brief glimpse of what is to come I realize how little I care to witness it. I have seen the future and I'm fairly relieved to say, it looks nothing like me.

I sat him down the other night and explained as gently as possible that I do not care about ice-skating. I do not care about Michelle Kwan or Tara Lipinski and would be happy if I never hear the words triple lutz or double axel again. I told him that on Friday and walked into the kitchen an hour later to find him in tears. "It's heartbreaking," he said, watching his beloved skaters.

In the spineless perversity of your inertia, I detect indifference, even a whiff of condescension.