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The opposite of love is indifference to the genuine needs of others.

There are nations that resist, voices that attempt to diminish the urgency or dismiss the science, or declare, either in word or indifference, that this is not our problem to solve. Well, let me tell you, it is our problem to solve... To the reticent nations, including the United States, I say this: There is such a thing as a global conscience.

The opposite of love is not hate; it's indifference. To be indifferent is to not express love.

There is a dangerous optimism of ignorance and indifference.

The refusal to be committed and the attitude of indifference can in fact never be neutral.

There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.

There is something sublime about its aloofness from and its indifference to its external environment.

The result can be quite new - perhaps a tendency to judge that something we've never conceived of is possible, or to feel sympathy for a trait or a type of person whom we've regarded with indifference or even hostility.

There should be perfect freedom, legal and social, to do the action and stand the consequences. It would be a great misunderstanding of this doctrine to suppose that it is one of selfish indifference, which pretends that human beings have no business with each other's conduct in life, and that they should not concern themselves about the well-doing or well-being of one another, unless their own interest is involved.

The worst thing that can happen to Russia is indifference in the West - that is, if it were interested in nothing but oil and gas.

This bloody conflict has been going on for much too long. It is doing terrible things to Israelis, to Palestinians. One of the terrible things it is causing is indifference.

The pessimist is seldom an agitating individual. His creed breeds indifference to others, and he does not trouble himself to thrust his views upon the unconvinced.

Those whom we can love, we can hate; to others we are indifferent.

This so-called tolerance, which, in my opinion, is nothing but a huge indifference.

Thousands of miles of wheat, indifference, and self- apology.

Tolerance is another word for indifference.

To be consistently effective, you must put a certain distance between yourself and what happens to you on the golf course. This is not indifference, it's detachment.

Tolerance is only another name for indifference.

Trust him little who praise all, him less who censures all and him least who is indifferent about all.

Truth cannot be sacrificed at the altar of pretended tolerance. Real tolerance is deference to all ideas, not indifference to the truth.

Valentine's Day purely commercial, cynical enterprise, anyway. Matter of supreme indifference to me.

We should not permit tolerance to degenerate into indifference.

What's worse than brutality that dehumanizes women? Tolerance and indifference towards it.

When I am asked how I began writing poems, I talk about the indifference of nature.

When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.

When you are weary of praying, and do not receive, consider how often you have heard a poor man calling, and have not listened to him.

Too often we participate in the globalization of indifference. May we strive instead to live global solidarity.

Whoever incites anger has a strong insurance against indifference.

Why is there this criminal indifference to the lostness of men? Our condemnation is that we know how to live better than we are living.

Withhold admiration from a narcissist and be disliked. Give it and be treated with indifference.

Wit is, in fact, the eloquence of indifference.

Would you rather die, or be unwound? Now he finally knows the answer. Maybe this is what he wanted. Maybe it's why he stood there and taunted Roland. Because he'd rather be killed with a furious hand than dismembered with cool indifference.

Your public servants serve you right; indeed often they serve you better than your apathy and indifference deserve.

Abuse is never contained to a present moment, it lingers across a person’s lifetime and has pervasive long-term ramifications.

Abuse is never deserved, it is an exploitation of innocence and physical disadvantage, which is perceived as an opportunity by the abuser.

A civilization, when the moment has come for crowds to acquire a high hand over it, is at the mercy of too many chances to endure for long. Could anything postpone for a while the hour of its ruin, it would be precisely the extreme instability of the opinions of crowds and their growing indifference and lack of respect for all general beliefs.

After all, what Buddhism offers as a solution is universalised indifference - a learning of how to withdraw from too much empathy. This is why Buddhism can so easily turn into the very opposite of universal compassion: the advocacy of a ruthless military attitude, which is what the fate of Zen Buddhism aptly demonstrates.

[Alfred Jarry] neither wished nor was able to adapt himself to the world as it was. He ignored the conventions of life, and even the conditions of life. He refused to compromise with something for which he felt nothing but scorn, and he accepted with indifference the logical consequences of his attitude—that life should destroy him, and much sooner than most.

A mind that establishes indifference is the mind that builds failure.

Among your farewells, see you soon, now I have no time and stormy silences, I met someone....that someone, is me.

An avalanche doesn't look back at the damage it causes.

And I did work out something: that the rich of the earth indeed create misery, but they cannot bear to see it. They are weaklings and fools just like you. As long as they have enough to eat and can grease their floors with butter so that even the crumbs that fall from your table grow fat, they can't look with indifference on a man collapsing from hunger - although, of course, it must be in front of their house that he collapses.

And I — my head oppressed by horror — said: "Master, what is it that I hear? Who are those people so defeated by their pain?"       And he to me: "This miserable way is taken by the sorry souls of those who lived without disgrace and without praise.       They now commingle with the coward angels, the company of those who were not rebels nor faithful to their God, but stood apart.       The heavens, that their beauty not be lessened, have cast them out, nor will deep Hell receive them — even the wicked cannot glory in them.

Ang karamihan nang tao ay walang pakialam, ang karamihan ng politiko ay walang utak, at yung ibang may utak... walang puso.

A questão é: você já reparou como nós esmagamos uma barata numa boa e não sentimos remorso nenhum, apesar de estarmos na realidade exterminando uma vida? Pois é. Fazemos isso porque não nos identificamos com a barata. Porque ela é muito diferente de nós. [...] Pensando por esse lado, acho que algumas pessoas às vezes tendem a fazer do mesmo jeito com relação a outras. Ou seja, elas veem com distanciamento aqueles com quem não se identificam logo de cara, entende? É como se o estranho, que não faz parte do mesmo grupo que nós, fosse visto como um ser inferior... Quase uma barata!

As they stood in the heavy silence, they knew there was only one plague larger than the world's hostility--its indifference.

Begging for love and charitising in turn.

Begging for love but charitised... in turn!

Being indifferent is an effective weapon against bossing.

Indifference This hate has blossomed like a living love, grieving, watching its own exhaustion. It seeks a face, it seeks flesh, as though it were love. The worldly flesh and the voices that spoke are dead, all has shuddered away, all life hangs on a voice. Days pass in bitter ecstasy to the sad caress of the voice that returns and drains the blood from our faces. Not without sweetness that voice returns to the mind exhausted and trembling: once it trembled for me. But the flesh does not tremble. Only love could set it alight, this hate seeks it out. All the possessions, all the flesh and all the voices in the world cannot equal the burning caress of that body and those eyes. In the bitter ecstasy that kills itself, this hate still finds each day a glance, a broken word, and grasps them, hungrily, like love.