Depressive lucidity, usually described as a radical withdrawal from ordinary human concerns, generally manifests itself by a profound indifference to things which are genuinely of minor interest. Thus it is possible to imagine a depressed lover, while the idea of a depressed patriot seems frankly inconceivable.
People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.
A lazy part of us is like a tumbleweed. It doesn’t move on its own. Sometimes it takes A lot of Depression to get tumbleweeds moving.
Indolent people, whatever taste they may have for society, seek eagerly for pleasure, and find nothing. They have an empty head and seared hearts.
The most irascible person is most likely to become apathetic in dangerous situations.
By far the most dangerous foe we have to fight is apathy-indifference from whatever cause, not from a lack of knowledge, but from carelessness, from absorption in other pursuits, from a contempt bred of self satisfaction.
Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.
When you're comfortable, you're not necessarily inclined to care about things that are contributing to your comfort. It's difficult.
My own apathy is bone chilling.
A man governs himself by the dictates of virtue and good sense, who acts without zeal or passion in points that are of no consequence; but when the whole community is shaken, and the safety of the public endangered, the appearance of a philosophical or an affected indolence must arise either from stupidity or perfidiousness.
Such has often been my apathy, when objects long sought, and earnestly desired, were placed within my reach.
To be apathetic is literally to be without passion.
The wise man tests before he talks. The critic but follows the fad of a cynical and apathetic age.
Her mind was present because she was always gone. Her hands were filled because they grasped the meaning of empty. Life was simple. Her husband returned and she served him with indifferent patience this time. When he asked what had happened to her heat for him, she gestured to the west. The sun was setting. The sky was a body of fire.
