Bray Wyatt Quotes

I'm far more dangerous now, because I don't care at all.

Yes, I'm reckless and sometime express no concern for my own well being, and I express a misanthropic view of the world, but to have an opinion, you can't be a nihilist.

We will not take care. We do not give a damn.

I don't care what people think.

I don't care what people think of me. I don't even care what happens to me.

You could take Vicodin, step out of the house, onto a freeway, have a truck hit you, and you'd say "My Bad!".

To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!

How many of us, myself included, have lost our bearings; we are no longer attentive to the world in which we live; we don’t care; we don’t protect what God created for everyone, and we end up unable even to care for one another.

The greatest sin is carelessness.

I didn't have the self-promotion instinct, and I just didn't care about it. I sort of had a "beat" attitude.

It is the generation of the unemphatic. Steal, kill, lie, fornicate, but beware of indulging with conviction.

I didn't care about anything. And there's a freedom in apathy, a wild, dizzying liberation on which you can almost get drunk. You can do anything. Ask Kevin.

I don't know if I'll ever do it again or not, but frankly I don't really care.

I often don't think a lot about the ramifications of anything I do.

The ultimate crime is not to care.

A display of indifference to all the actions and passions of mankind was not supposed to be such a distinguished quality at that time, I think, as I have observed it to be considered since. I have known it very fashionable indeed. I have seen it displayed with such success, that I have encountered some fine ladies and gentlemen who might as well have been born caterpillars.

I don't know whose box I'm in, and I don't really care.

Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I'm an uncaring asshole and proud of it.

Nature is monumentally indifferent.

You ever get a postcard, you get so excited you don't even read it! "Hey I got a - who cares."

I'm a dilettante by temperament. I don't have any expectation.

Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered the less it mattered. It was never important enough. Because Worse Things had happened. In the country that she came from poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace Worse Things kept happening

I am open-minded on all questions I care nothing about.

I used to think that cruelty required malice, but that is not true. Jeanine has no reason to act out of malice. But she is cruel because she doesn't care what she does, as long as it fascinates her. I may as well be a puzzle or a broken machine she wants to fix. She will break open my skull just to see the inner workings of my brain; I will die here, and that will be the merciful thing.

Indifference pretends to create peace, but it is based on not caring, a silent resignation. It is a movement away, a separation fed by a subtle fear of the heart. We pull back, believing that what happens to others is not our concern. Our courage leaves us. Indifference is a misguided way of defending ourselves.