Alexandra Adornetto Quotes

She passed these years in a distant corner of her mind. A dry, barren field, out beyond wish and lament, beyond dream and disillusionment. There, the future did not matter. And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and it accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.

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

Would you like to play With the thought of a friend In a distant passing stage While you lie around With your hands up and out So resigned you will fall down.

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

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

I do get cynical, but what can you do? It doesn't make any difference.

Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.

I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, and I can't do anything to change events anyway.

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.

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.

As far as I am concerned, I resign from humanity. I no longer want to be, nor can still be, a man. What should I do? Work for a social and political system, make a girl miserable? Hunt for weaknesses in philosophical systems, fight for moral and esthetic ideals? It’s all too little. I renounce my humanity even though I may find myself alone. But am I not already alone in this world from which I no longer expect anything?

It occurred to me that I was unhappy. And it didn’t feel so very terrible. No urgency, nothing. I could slip out of my life on a slow wave like this—it didn’t matter. I don’t have to be happy. All I have to do is hold on to something and wait.

My own apathy is bone chilling.

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.

There was nothing in this world that was not a con, suddenly I understood this. Nothing really mattered, and nothing could be lost.

People are always shouting they want to create a better future. It's not true. The future is an apathetic void of no interest to anyone.

I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present.

At this moment, many people have stopped living. They do not become angry, nor cry out; they merely wait for time to pass. They did not accept the challenges of life, so life no longer challenges them

Ain't nobody gonna care enough to catch you fall.

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 where I'm from, nor where I'm going. From hell to hell.

He really did not care whether he survived or not, so long as it rendered him unconscious and absolved him of responsibility.

I was dead inside.