Quotes About Desensitization

Et d'ailleurs l'horreur est devenue banale.

Is killing someone always like this?" "Just the first couple of times. After that it's like folding socks. But that's just me." She

It's a disease. Nobody thinks or feels or cares any more; nobody gets excited or believes in anything except their own comfortable little God damn mediocrity.

It's a disease. Nobody thinks or feels or cares any more; nobody gets excited or believes in anything except their own comfortable little God damn mediocrity.

We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. ("X")

We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed.

The smorgasbord of images now presented to us is getting bloodier. They're becoming more frequent - almost hourly.

Rachel barely noticed any of it, and not just because she was insulated by the press of bodies on every side fo her. She paid little mind to the deck buckling beneath her like a maddened mule, or even to the stink of feces and urine that the exiles were forced to void where they sat. She was simply numb, her mind having absorbed all the fear it could, like a sponge saturated with water: after a while the fear became a constant, cold companion, a simple fact of existence.

We have lost all feeling for one another. We can hardly control ourselves when our glance lights on the form of some other man. We are insensible, dead men, who through some trick, some dreadful magic, are still able to run and to kill.

When a man has seen so many dead he cannot understand any longer why there should be so much anguish over a single individual.

Nie jeste?my ju? beztroscy; jeste?my straszliwie oboj?tni.

American popular culture has long been marked by an absence of empathy for American Indians. Westerns doubled as a campaign against so-called savages in a way that desensitized us to the savages we'd become.

In most Westerns, you know, people are shooting off guns all the time until you don't even notice it anymore.

findings suggest that violent media exposure can produce acute and chronic desensitization to violence by reducing the extent to which the emotional impact of violence is elaborated in the brain.

Is desensitization a transitory or a permanent byproduct of media violence? Can people become resensitized to real-world violence?

He glanced over to the stage, where a nearly naked woman gyrated lifelessly around the pole. She could've been cleaning toilets for all the enthusiasm she showed.

He was so terrible that he was no longer terrible, only dehumanized.

As the conversation continued in stilted commas, Anthony wondered that to him and Bloeckman both this girl had once been the most stimulating, the most tonic personality they had ever known—and now the three sat like overoiled machines, without conflict, without fear, without elation, heavily enamelled little figures secure beyond enjoyment in a world where death and war, dull emotion and noble savagery were covering a continent with the smoke of terror. In

Tonight the city is full of morgues, and all the toilets are overflowing. There's shopping malls coming out of the walls, as we walk out among the manure. That's why I pay no mind.

He pleasures his body with drugs and deadens his soul with his savage amusements. Aye, and spreads the disease to those around him, until they take no satisfaction in a contest of skill that draws no blood, until games are only amusing if lives are wagered on the outcome. The very coinage of life becomes debased. Slavery spreads, for if it is accepted to take a man's life for amusement, then how much wiser to take it for profit?

You could not even guess at the things that I have done. Awful, evil, obscene. The telling of them alone would make you puke. They nag at me from time to time, but I tell myself I had good reasons. The years pass, the unimaginable becomes everyday, the hideous becomes tedious, the unbearable becomes routine. I push it all into the dark corners of my mind, and it's incredible, the room back there. Amazing, what one can live with.

In the few moments I lay awake after finally lying down, the thought came to me that the next time I closed my eyes could well be the last. And partly because of the drug hangover, mostly because of the past day's horrors, I found that I really didn't give a shit.

If you repeat a word again and again, it loses it's meaning. Apparently this also works with heartbreak.

Despite outward appearances, he hadn't gained confidence. He'd simply become desensitized to this specific type of embarrassment. He wondered if that's what all confidence was in the first place.