Not Interested In You Anymore Quotes

When you're a kid, you're not as corrupted by the world at large. You're not corrupted by prejudices. You're much more open-minded. Much more interested in the world around you. 'Sweet Tooth' is about the world returning to that kind of place. ~ Jeff Lemire

What you focus on, you create. So focus your attention consciously, and do not allow your attention to stray to results that you aren't interested in manifesting. Because you can, and will, create more of what you are focusing on. ~ Mary Morrissey

I'm not interested in your limiting beliefs, i'm interested in what makes you limitless. ~ Brendon Burchard

The man of meditation becomes the man of understanding because his energy accumulates. He is not wasting it. He is not interested in trivia; he does not put any energy at all into petty things. So whenever the time arises to give, he has to give. Energy is understanding. Be conscious of it and use your energy very consciously, and use your energy in such a way that you don't simply go on wasting it. ~ Rajneesh

I'm far more interested in the beaux you have left mournful in your wake." His fingers trapped one of the loose curls that bounced around her face, sliding the strands between the pads.
"They were legion. But they were all honorable gentlemen - unlike yourself, I may add."
He gasped his faux outrage."Are you saying my behavior is anything less than exemplary?"
She slid her gaze to the fingers that were still toying with her hair.
His free hand flew to his heart. She stifled a wholly unladylike giggle at his shocked and offended expression. "I demand satisfaction for this insult. Pistols at dawn," he roared into the swaying carriage.
She wrinkled her brow. "I believe, as the challenged party, I get to choose the weapon."
"A thousand apologies, my lady." He cut a small bow in her direction. "Would you rather it be slow and tortuous?"
"I am not cruel," she said loftily. "I can take mercy on you if you so humble yourself before me."
"What if I like it slow and tortuous?" he murmured. ~ Brianna Labuskes

[THE DAILY BREATH]

Do you feel unworthy? Undeserving to be loved, to feel enough, to fulfil your dreams?

A scientific study performed worldwide during the last 40 years revealed that most people, regardless of their background, live feeling unworthy.

If you are one of them, I know something else about you. If you feel unloved or unworthy, chances are you also don't care, don't believe or you are just not interested in your truthful relationship with your Heavenly Father.

Because you looked away from God, you forgot who you are.

Do you not know that what you behold, you become? You become what you look upon.

When you look at the world, you can only struggle to find something to make you feel valuable. Yet you cannot find anything because everything this world has to give you is worthless and valueless. You are not of this world, but as you look upon it to find value, you become what look upon: emptiness.

When you look to Heaven, you remember your Home. You remember you are not an orphan in this world. You remember you belong to your Heavenly Father who loves you and has never left you. He loved you even when you turned your eyes away from Him and ran away from home. Return.

As you behold and keep your eyes on Heaven, you become what you look upon: Love. Behold Jesus and live. ~ Dragos Bratasanu

It appears that Venus has Beatrice's face. Once again, I'm not interested in a historical analysis of the models for the painting. I'm simply asking you to note the visible similarities between the figures. They represent two muses, two ideal types, one theological and one secular. Beatrice is the lover of the soul; Venus is the lover of the body. Botticelli's La Bella has both faces - one of sacrificial love or agape, and one of sexual love or eros. ~ Sylvain Reynard

Ava,' he says quietly, but I've no doubt the whole room can hear him. The silence is screaming. 'My
beautiful girl.' He smiles mildly. 'All mine.' Leaning up, he kisses me sweetly. 'I don't need to stand
up and declare to everyone here how much I love you. I'm not interested in satisfying anyone of that.
Except you.'
A lump is forming in my throat, and he's only just started.
He sighs. 'You've taken me completely, baby. You've swallowed me up and drowned me in your
beauty and spirit. You know I can't function without you. You've made my life as beautiful as you
are. You've made me want to live a worthy existence - a life with you. All I need is you - to look at
you; to listen to you; to feel you.' He drops my hands and smoothes his palms over my thighs. 'To
love you.'
I'm ruined. My mum's ruined. Everyone in the room is ruined. My teeth are clamped on my bottom lip
to prevent a sob escaping, I'm choking on the lump in my throat and my eyes are welling with tears as
I look down at Jesse's handsome face.
'I need you to let me do all of those things, Ava. I need you to let me look after you forever.'
I hear my mum's quiet sob, and I can't help mine. Not now. He used to cripple me with just his touch.
Now he cripples me with his touch and his words. I'm destined for a life of devastating pleasure,
melting tenderness, and heart stopping emotion. He's going to incapacitate me at every turn.
'I know ~ Jodi Ellen Malpas

God enjoys drinking wine. He does not want the wine made from grapes, but the wine made from Christ's saturating us. God is not interested in grapes - He is interested in you with Christ. We must become wine through the experience of Christ. ~ Witness Lee

The greatest drug of all, my dear, was not one of those pills in so many colors that you took over the years, was not the opium, the hash you smoked in houses at the beach, or the speed or smack you shot up in Sutherland's apartment, no, it wasn't any of these. It was the city, darling, it was the city, the city itself. And do you see why I had to leave? As Santayana said, dear, artists are unhappy because they are not interested in happiness; they live for beauty. God, was that steaming, loathsome city beautiful!!! And why finally no human lover was possible, because I was in love with all men, with the city itself. ~ Andrew Holleran

Once you say something, it stays said. I apologized to anyone who may have been hurt by what I said, and I really meant it. I am absolutely not interested in hurting anyone, or being mean or insensitive. ~ Henry Rollins

You see people on TV flying in to places just to pick up a baby, or brush some flies away. That's great if they can bring that issue to public attention. But that's not what I wanted to do. I was interested in committing to something that I could function in whether I was Debra Winger or not. Because nobody might care about that next week. ~ Debra Winger

We'd better be careful to each put our own clothes on or we will have some explaining to do," she said. "Maybe we should turn on the light."
That made him really laugh.
"As if I could get one toe of mine into anything of yours."
"I was thinking mostly of my bra," she said. "You sure did seem interested in it."
"I am," he said. "First I think I'd like for you to quit wearing it but then I remember how much fun we had with it on. I just can't decide."
"I'm not gonna participate in that experiment," she said.
"But what if I decide you should go without?"
"Too bad."
He started pulling on his jeans, then put his brace back on.
"Take some time to think about it. ~ Genell Dellin

I am not interested in communicating something to you, I am interested in communion. Communication means my mind talking to your mind. Communion means I am not a mind, you are not a mind - just your heart melting into my heart, no words. ~ Rajneesh

Sinclair doesn't love your sister."
"Not yet." I said darkly. "Give him time."
"Look, I'm sure he's interested in her - "
"Wait till you see her. Just wait."
"Like he doesn't have pussy thrown at him from cars?"
"What a horrifying mental image. ~ MaryJanice Davidson

When I was in art school, we were looking one day at a slide of some great fifteenth century painting, and one of the students asked 'Why don't artists paint like that now?' The room suddenly got quiet. Though rarely asked out loud, this question lurks uncomfortably in the back of every art student's mind. It was as if someone had brought up the topic of lung cancer in a meeting within Philip Morris.

'Well,' the professor replied, 'we're interested in different questions now.' He was a pretty nice guy, but at the time I couldn't help wishing I could send him back to fifteenth century Florence to explain in person to Leonardo & Co. how we had moved beyond their early, limited concept of art. Just imagine that conversation.

In fact, one of the reasons artists in fifteenth century Florence made such great things was that they believed you could make great things. They were intensely competitive and were always trying to outdo one another, like mathematicians or physicists today - maybe like anyone who has ever done anything really well.

The idea that you could make great things was not just a useful illusion. They were actually right. So the most important consequence of realizing there can be good art is that it frees artists to try to make it. ~ Paul Graham

Do not be interested in the quantity of people who respect and admire you, but in their quality. If bad people dislike you, so much the better. - LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA ~ Leo Tolstoy

Unless you're really interested in sleaze, you should not buy 'Newsweek.' ~ Liz Trotta

I'm not a whore!" Nico spat.

"Oh, sorry, a stripper who whores
on the side."

"Fuck you, Tate!"

"I'm not interested in fucking you, Bilan,
never have and never will. I only want Kady."

Nico's furious gaze turned my way. "You
can have her," he said, glaring at me over Tate's shoulder, "because I fucking
hate the bitch."

I flinched at his words, the viciousness
in his tone ripping my heart out. I watched in despair at he disappeared out
the door, wanting to cry because the boy I was starting to fall for hated me.

That thought hit me even harder.

I was falling for Nico Bilan. ~ Marita A. Hansen

Drunk nerds. Not my thing."
"You like nerds."
"Not nerds who join fraternities," Cath said. "That's a whole subclass of nerds that I'm not interested in. ~ Rainbow Rowell

Just because you're passionately interested in something doesn't mean it has to be your career. You might have to look for more than one passion. Some passions may afford a career and some may not. ~ Larry Smith

If you are really interested in knowing life in all its depth and dimension, it is imperative that you look inward, not out. ~ Sadhguru

You burn down an entire town, and don't even invoke me?" an angry female voice asked from behind me.
"I didn't think you'd be interested," I shrugged, bending back to my work.
"It was a huge whopping fire!" she snorted. "I'm a fire goddess! That's my primal function! Flaming hells, you were using thermite! Thermite!" she repeated. "How would I not be interested?"
"Did no one else invoke you?" I asked, as I continued to work.
"Certainly! Hundreds did! There was a fire elemental rolling around in there for a while! I showed up personally! But did my most famous lay worshipper bother to invoke me, and share the exquisite bliss of thousands of degrees of pure combustible magic? Minalan!" she pleaded. "Are you losing interest in me?"
"Now, now," I chuckled, "the truth is I was just busy. Astyral was showing off, and I had to give him my full attention. Having a pretty goddess around, making sex noises while she watched the blaze, might have been distracting."
"I don't make sex noises!" she declared, defensively. "I . . . I just . . I'm a fire goddess, it's what I do!" she said, nearly whining. ~ Terry Mancour

That guys. Sideburns. You like him?"
My back squirms. "You've asked me that before."
"What I meant was," he says, flustered. "Your feelings haven't changed? Since you've been here?"
It takes a moment to consider the question. "It's not a matter of how I feel," I say at last. "I'm interested, but ... I don't know if he's still interested in me."
St. Clair edges closer. "Does he still call?"
"Yeah. I mean, not often. But yes."
"Right. Right, well," he says, blinking. "There's your answer. ~ Stephanie Perkins

I encourage film students who are interested in cinematography to study sculpture, paintings, music, writing and other arts. Filmmaking consists of all the arts combined. Students are always asking me for advice, and I tell them that they have to be enthusiastic, because it's hard work. The only way to enjoy it is to be totally immersed. If you don't get involved on that level, it could be a very miserable job. I only have one regret about my career: I'm sorry that we are not making silent movies any more. That is the purest art form I can imagine. ~ Vilmos Zsigmond

Remember, the mind likes to window shop. It fancies the life in this boutique, then wants to try on the boots in another. But the soul invests all of itself. It's not as casual or as distracted by fashion, sales, promises or ease of acquisition. It's not interested in possibility. It pitches toward destiny. That's why you will never know a sense of ease, even when you come up with answers, unless you choose to listen to the answer that will take away all questions. ~ Tama Kieves

I know that God loves you. And that He's not interested in obeying your plans. He's interested in giving you the best. And all you need to do is believe that. When you know God loves you, then faith is simply the expectation that God will show up, that love in hand. ~ Susan May Warren

Condom," she gasped.
A movement stopped.
"What?"
Phoebe felt the earth open up in preparation of swallowing her. How could she have not mentioned this before?
"I'm not on anything right now," she whispered. "Birth control. I'm not on the Pill." She gestured helplessly.
"Shit, fuck, damn."
Disappointment tied her in knots. "I was really only interested in that middle part," she joked.
There was a second of silence, followed by a low chuckle. "You're never predictable, Phoebe. I'll give you that. Cross your fingers."
"What?"
"Cross your fingers. I might have a condom in my shaving kit."
There was movement and rustling, then the sound of a zipper being opened.
"I'm going to have to put on the light."
She briefly debated being polite and closing her eyes, but who was she kidding? She wanted to see Zane naked. In preparation, she raised up on one elbow and stared in his general direction. When the light came on, she saw all she wanted and more.
He was kneeling at the end of the sleeping bag. Naked, aroused and more physically perfect than any man had a right to be. She saw the definition in his arms, the broad strength of his chest and his flat stomach before lowering her attention to his large, hard penis.
The physical proof of his desire for her made her so happy, she nearly cried. Her other instinct was to part her legs, tell him never mind with birth control and protection and demand he take her right there ~ Susan Mallery

People have told me that a wolf looks right through you. But you know what I realize? That's because a wolf isn't interested in you. It's always hard for humans to accept that we're not the most important thing anyone's ever seen. ~ Carl Safina

I'm not interested in playing characters who see the world through my prism; I think the journey of understanding any character is to see how they tick and how they differ from you. ~ Cate Blanchett

If you want to understand the nature of something, to find out the truth, that is one thing. If you want to play semantics, make up wild thought 'experiments', that is another thing. I am not so interested in the latter, though I do appreciate that it can be fun, however unproductive. ~ Patricia Churchland

I'm not interested in playing the girl that's just there to make the guy, you know, give him a talking to. ~ Winona Ryder

Don't speak to me about your religion; first show it to me in how you treat other people. Don't tell me how much you love your God; show me in how much you love all God's children. Don't preach to me your passion for your faith; teach me through your compassion for your neighbors. In the end, I'm not as interested in what you have to tell or sell as I am in how you choose to live and give. ~ Cory Booker

You really have the nerve to stand there and ask me that?" When he didn't respond, I practically growled as I took a step towards him. "You blow so hot and cold with me that I'm not sure which way is up. It's a wonder I don't need a chiropractor from your emotional whiplash. One minute you're telling me you want a girl like me to be interested in you and the next you're coyly asking how I feel about Garrett." Finally toe to toe, I glared up at him. "You're really good at charming the panties off girls at ten paces, but you can't even tell a girl how you really feel when she's up close and personal! ~ Katie Ashley

Waking to the sound of the bells for third-gold, I found myself staring up at a pair of interested brown eyes.
"She's awake!" my watcher called over her shoulder. Then she turned back to me and grinned. She had a pointed face, curly dark hair escaping from two short braids, and a merry voice as she said, "Splat!" She clapped her hands lightly. "We were fair guffered when you toppled right off Drith, facedown in the chickenyard mud. Lucky it was so early, for no one was about but us."
I winced.
She grinned again. "You're either the worst horse thief in the entire kingdom, or else you're that missing countess. Which is it?"
"Ara." The voice of quiet reproach came from the doorway.
I lifted my eyes without moving my head, saw a matron of pleasant demeanor and comfortable build come into the room bearing a tray.
Ara jumped up. She seemed a couple years younger than I. "Let me!"
"Only if you promise not to pester her with questions," the mother replied. "She's still much too ill."
Ara shrugged, looking unrepentant. "But I'm dying to know."
The mother set the tray down on a side table and smiled down at me. She had the same brown eyes as her daughter, but hers were harder to read. "Can you sit up yet?"
"I can try," I said hoarsely.
"Just high enough so's we can put these pillows behind you." Ara spoke over her shoulder as she dashed across the room.
My head ached just to watch her, and I closed my eyes again.
"Ara."Sherwood Smith