Isaac Marion Quotes

I wonder if I shall ever see her again, and I realize that I scarcely care. I can feel the sheets beneath me, and the cold air on my chest. I feel fine. I feel absolutely fine. I feel nothing at all.

The man who has ceased to fear has ceased to care.

It was no longer her absence that wounded me, but my growing indifference to it. Forgetting, however calming, was also a reminder of infidelity to what I had at one time held so dear.

I felt no passion, no jealousy, no nostalgia. I was hollow, clear-headed, clean, and as emotionless as an aluminum pot.

Her mind was present because she was always gone. Her hands were filled because they grasped the meaning of empty. Life was simple. Her husband returned and she served him with indifferent patience this time. When he asked what had happened to her heat for him, she gestured to the west. The sun was setting. The sky was a body of fire.

The saddest people I've met in my life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all .

You know, I think the people I feel saddest for are the ones who once knew what profoundness was, but who lost or became numb to the sensation of wonder, who felt their emotions floating away and just didn't care. I guess that's what's scariest: not caring about the loss.

It's an apathy so absolute that it's like a hole you might fall in.

I don't care about losses anymore.

It is quite amazing what I didn't feel after a while. I didn't really want to feel things.

Apathy is a sort of living oblivion.

I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving a damn.

There's much to be said for feeling numb. Time passes more quickly. You eat less, and because numbness encourages laziness, you do fewer things, good or bad, and the world's probably a better place for it.

We can't feel anything - all that's left inside us is dust.

Because of indifference, one dies before one actually dies.

I remember thinking I couldn't be bothered to feel any emotions any more.

How can you not care?" "Practice," Magnus said, looking back to his book and turning the page.

One thing I've learnt recently: how to think nothing. Here's the trick: don't have any interest in the world around you, don't have any hope for the future, and be warm.

The chill of what I won't feel gnaws at my present heart.

Most people are blind to magic. They move thru a blank and empty world. They’re bored with their lives and there’s nothing they can do about it. They’re eaten alive by longing and they’re dead before they die.

It was not the thought that I was so unloved that froze me. I had taught myself to do without love. It was not the thought that God was cruel that froze me. I had taught myself never to expect anything from Him. What froze me was the fact that I had absolutely no reason to move in any direction. What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity. Now even that had flickered out.

The tragedy of love is indifference.

Friends: not one. Just a few acquaintances who imagine they feel something for me and who might be sorry if a train ran over me and the funeral was on a rainy day.

Neither love nor terror makes one blind: indifference makes one blind.

Indifference is a misguided way of defending ourselves.