Indifference to Others Quotes

People can love you, or they can hate you. It really doesn't matter.

One should never listen. To listen is a sign of indifference to one's hearers.

They cared for no one, they were outside humanity, and death, had it come, would only have continued their pursuit of a retreating horizon.

See, Cameron. The only things I care about in this life are me, you, Mum, Dad, Steve and Sarah. And maybe Miffy. The rest of the world means nothing to me. The rest of the world can rot.' Am I like that too?' You? No way.' There's a slight gap in his words. 'And that's your problem. You care about everything.' He's right. I do.

None are so inconsiderate as those who demand nothing of life other than their own personal comfort.

It don't matter if you put 'The Dance' out, or any old George Strait song. Someone is going to think that it's awful. You gotta be able to just sit back and kind of laugh it off and know you're doing exactly what you wanna do, and if people don't like it, then it's not really my place to tell them they have to like it.

Snap your fingers and somebody runs / You don't care how they feel just as long as they come / Got your head in the stars now you've come this far / Just who do you think you are?

But even friendship like our heroes' Exist no more; for we've outgrown All sentiments and deem men zeroes-- Except of course ourselves alone. We all take on Napoleon's features, And millions of our fellow creatures Are nothing more to us than tools... Since feelings are for freaks and fools. Eugene, of course, had keen perceptions And on the whole despised mankind, Yet wasn't, like so many, blind; And since each rule permits exceptions, He did respect a noble few, And, cold himself, gave warmth its due.

I do podcasts for the same reasons I do stand-up comedy. I love it, and I don't care if anybody else gets it.

A man's own dinner is to himself so important that he cannot bring himself to believe that it is a matter utterly indifferent to anyone else.

To be right is the most terrific personal state that nobody is interested in.

How narrow we selfish conceited creatures are in our sympathies! How blind to the rights of all the rest of creation!

I hate the hand that comes out of a car and just drops litter in the street. I hate that! For some reason, it just fills me with fury! It's just utter laziness, lack of interest in other people, lack of interest in the planet, in the hedgehog who might eat the plastic bag, it's a lack of concern.

My family and friends are the only people I pay mind to. It's none of my business what anyone else thinks. I don't even know them, so why should I care?