Quotes
Quotes about Indifference
At length the morn and cold indifference came.
Full of a sweet indifference.
I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.
If ignorance and passion are the foes of popular morality, it must be confessed that moral indifference is the malady of the cultivated classes. The modern separation of enlightenment and virtue, of thought and conscience, of the intellectual aristocracy from the honest and common crowd is the greatest danger that can threaten liberty.
The biggest sin, the sin that swallows up all others, is indifference to life
In Europe, we tend to see marital love as an eternity which encompasses hate and also indifference. When we promise to love we really mean that we promise to honour a contract
Love me or hate me, but spare me your indifference.
Love me or hate me, but spare me your indifference.
The death of democracy is not likely to be an assassination from ambush. It will be a slow extinction from apathy, indifference, and undernourishment.
The aura of the theocratic death penalty for adultery still clings to America, even outside New England, and multiple divorce, which looks to the European like serial polygamy, is the moral solution to the problem of the itch. Love comes into it too, of course, but in Europe we tend to see marital love as an eternity which encompasses hate and also indifference: when we promise to love we really mean that we promise to honor a contract. Americans, seeming to take marriage with not enough seriousness, are really taking love and sex with too much.
If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.
There is nothing harder than the softness of indifference.
Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference.
Religion is as effectually destroyed by bigotry as by indifference.
Commemoration of Peter Chanel, Religious, Missionary in the South Pacific, Martyr, 1841 Tell God all that is in your heart, as one unloads one's heart, its pleasures and its pains, to a dear friend. Tell Him your troubles, that He may comfort you; tell Him your joys, that He may sober them; tell Him your longings, that He may purify them; tell Him your dislikes, that He may help you conquer them; talk to Him of your temptations, that He may shield you from them: show Him the wounds of your heart, that He may heal them; lay bare your indifference to good, your depraved tastes for evil, your instability. Tell Him how self-love makes you unjust to others, how vanity tempts you to be insincere, how pride disguises you to yourself and others. If you thus pour out all your weaknesses, needs, troubles, there will be no lack of what to say. You will never exhaust the subject. It is continually being renewed. People who have no secrets from each other never want for subjects of conversation. They do not weigh their words, for there is nothing to be held back; neither do they seek for something to say. They talk out of the abundance of the heart, without consideration they say just what they think. Blessed are they who attain to such familiar, unreserved intercourse with God.
Where there is no difference, there is only indifference.
I prefer the folly of enthusiasm to the indifference of wisdom.
States like these, and their terrorist allies, constitute an axis of evil, arming to threaten the peace of the world. By seeking weapons of mass destruction, these regimes pose a grave and growing danger. They could provide these arms to terrorists, giving them the means to match their hatred. They could attack our allies or attempt to blackmail the United States. In any of these cases, the price of indifference would be catastrophic.
Indifference is the invisible giant of the world.
The opposite of love, I have found, is not hate, but indifference.
I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.
Man does not live by soap alone; and hygiene, or even health, is not much good unless you can take a healthy view of itâor, better still, feel a healthy indifference to it.
Love me or hate me, but spare me your indifference.
It is a matter of perfect indifference where a thing originated; the only question is: "Is it true in and for itself?"
After the first blush of sin comes its indifference.
