A Quote by Namie Amuro

I stopped caring what people thought. — © Namie Amuro
I stopped caring what people thought.
I've stopped caring what people think.
My earliest memory of freedom was when I was about 14 and I stopped caring what people thought about me! I was so free and in charge! That whole year I was exploring myself, and I was so 'free' that I got sent away to boarding school.
I feel disappointed with humanity, because they have made people's lives into talking points. People have stopped caring about people's feelings and emotions.
I can't control what people think of me, and I stopped really caring a long time ago.
When I got my first TV set, I stopped caring so much about having close relationships with other people.
Not caring how you look is but a brief step away from not caring what you do or how you treat people. And surely, if you treat yourself with contempt, you're going to have little thought, care or compassion for anyone else.
As long as women and the "feminine" such as caring and caregiving are devalued, we cannot realistically expect more caring economic policies. Young people have a major role to play in creating a caring economics.
Although I've been living in the British Virgin Islands for some time now, I have never stopped caring passionately about the U.K. and its great people.
I tried to assimilate and mix myself in with everybody, but I still stood out because of my mannerisms, the way I spoke, my interests, the way I walked, all those things that make us stand out in a crowd. Then I got to a point where I stopped caring, because people were calling me names no matter what, so I thought I might as well just do what I wanted to do.
I stopped caring so much about what people might think if I sung about love and humanity.
He thought of the jungle, already regrowing around him to cover the scars they had created. He thought of the tiger, killing to eat. Was that evil? And ants? They killed. No, the jungle wasn’t evil. It was indifferent. So, too, was the world. Evil, then, must be the negation of something man had added to the world. Ultimately, it was caring about something that made the world liable to evil. Caring. And then the caring gets torn asunder. Everybody dies, but not everybody cares.
I can't tell if she's actually real, or if she's stopped caring if she's real or not. Or is not caring what makes a person real?
I'm trying to be a loving and caring mother, a loving and caring wife-to-be, a loving and caring daughter, a loving and caring friend, a responsible person. And every day is another opportunity for me to be successful at that.
When I stopped caring about every other content creator, I became the best one.
I stopped caring about industry rules after my 'Shoebite' did not release.
I've stopped caring how others are going to perceive me if I wear something that they don't like.
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