Quotes About Nonchalance

I don't enjoy having any more or less road courses. I really don't care where we go.

I've always been given credit for my unconcern.

She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because what difference does it make?

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

Tried be cheerful, tried be upbeat, tried not to let my feelings show, not to blame him, not to mind when day after day, week after week, his nonchalance eroded my heart. Sometimes, being an optimist was quite the fucking effort.

I stopped wanting or not wanting anything concerning Bowie a long time ago. I stay neutral. He does what he does. Always has.

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

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

A creature that never cries over spilt milk: a cat.

Shut the door behind you. Or don't. I don't give a fuck. But if I don't leave now, I'm going to have to explain to Elise why I killed you, and I'd rather talk about her class schedule." —

Non lo so, non importa e non fa nessuna differenza.

My type of humor is me not caring whether people know what I'm talking about or not.

The difference between me and you is... that I don't mind what happens.

It don't do you no nevermind to tell nobody nothing.

How can he eat at a time like this?" she asked Tubelight. The operative shrugged. "One time, Boss ate a chicken frankie after watching a hanging

In response, he gave an almost imperceptible shoulder shrug that said, White folk gonna white folk.

For me, generally speaking, I don't like to make a big deal out of stuff.

Of course, no matter how Henry tried to rationalize what he had done, his survival depended upon his capacity for betrayal. He willingly turned on the world he knew and the men with whom he had been raised with the same nonchalance he had used in setting up a bookie joint or slipping a tail. For Henry Hill giving up the life was hard, but giving up his friends was easy.

You aren't worried, are you?" "Why should I be worried? It's just another day in the neighborhood. You know—bombs, fires, people shooting at you. Why would I be worried? Especially since we could be clothes shopping or boarding a plane. I'm not in the least worried." "Hmmm," he mused aloud.

Sir, be proud: today you came close to a happy death; and behave in the future with the same nonchalance, knowing that the soul dies with the body. Go then to death after having savored life. We are animals among animals, all children of matter, save that we are the more disarmed. But since, unlike animals, we know we must die, let us prepare for that moment by enjoying the life that has been given us by chance and for chance.

Oh well, whatever, nevermind.

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn about anyone else

He carefully maintained the blasé air of one who had been here before and had been incredibly well dressed that time too

He had a method of accepting things, without questioning the why and wherefore.