Robert Smith Quotes

How can you not care?" "Practice," Magnus said, looking back to his book and turning the page.

I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.

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 don't know what's the matter with me, why I'm so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.

Friends: not one. Just a few acquaintances who imagine they feel something for me and who might be sorry if a train ran over me and the funeral was on a rainy day.

Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.

Acting like you don’t care is a whole lot easier when you don’t care

Being a stranger was like being dead, and brought to mind how, in a book he had read that most folks misunderstood one common state: The flip side of love is indifference, not hate.

(Beth) "I don't care anymore." I turned my face up toward Heaven. "That's not my home anymore. You are.

detachment, n. Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it.

The only beautiful things are the things that do not concern us.

It's difficult for me to be around anyone for longer than an hour. Love, death, elation, sorrow, I just don't care all that much about any of it. I am at this point, more of an observer/journalist.

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

For one who is indifferent, life itself is a prison. Any sense of community is external or, even worse, nonexistent. Thus, indifference means solitude. Those who are indifferent do not see others. They feel nothing for others and are unconcerned with what might happen to them. They are surrounded by a great emptiness. Filled by it, in fact. They are devoid of all hope as well as imagination. In other words, devoid of any future.

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.

I'm getting older, and it happens. You don't care as much. I don't care about too much anymore. I've got to think about that a little bit.

Of course you always had that detached quality as if you were playing a game without much concern over whether you won or lost, and now that you've lost the game, not lost but just quit playing, you have that rare sort of charm that usually only happens in very old or hopelessly sick people, the charm of the defeated.

I don't want to care. If I care about things, it'll just be worse, it'll just be another thing to worry about. It's less painful if I don't care.

That's the thing: We didn't really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes.

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

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 think we've unplugged and become very apathetic to a lot of things that are happening. There's so much going on and we're sort of disconnected.

I never seem to have anything that if I lost it I'd care too much about.