Morrissey Quotes

I don't mind if you forget me.Having learned my lesson,I never left an impression on anyone.

We hate it when our friends become successful.

I can chase you, and I can catch you,but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.

Oh, I can't help quoting you, because everything that you said rings true.

Because you wear a uniform, a smelly uniform...and so you think you can be rude to me.

Tried living in the real world instead of a shell, but I was bored before I even began.

I was wasting my time, praying for love.For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.

I'm tired again, I've tried again, and now my heart is full.And I just can't explain...so I won't even try to.

Nothing fortified me, and simple loneliness all but destroyed me, yet I felt swamped by the belief that life must mean something- otherwise why was it there? Why was anything anything?

In my life Why do I give valuable time To people who don't care if I live or die ?

My love, wherever you are - whatever you are - don't lose faith. I know it's gonna happen someday to you.

Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.

Disappointment came to me,and booted me,and bruised and hurt me,but that's how people grow up.

I see the world, it makes me puke,But then I look at you and know,that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me.

There's a club, if you'd like to goYou could meet somebody who really loves you.'So you go, and you stand on your ownAnd you leave on your ownAnd you go home, and you cryAnd you want to die.

Hold on to your friends.Resist - or move onBe mad, be rashSmoke and explodeSell all of your clothesJust bear in mind:There just might come a timeWhen you need some friends

You made me feel less aloneYou made me feel not quite soDeformed, uninformed and hunchbackedAre you aware wherever you areThat you have just died?

Everybody was sorta going to sleep twards the end of 1983, and I felt that they had to be woken up!

Rejection is one thing - but rejection from a fool is cruel.

I do maintain that if your hair is wrong, your entire life is wrong.

I am hated for loving.I am haunted for wanting.

To me you are a work of art, and I would give you my heart - that's if I had one.

It's so shameful of me: I like you.

Even now - in the final hour of my life -I'm falling in love again.

You made me feel less alone;you made me feel not quite sodeformed, uninformed and hunchbacked.

I need grit and struggle and Los Angeles is terribly nice, but people, once they get there, cease to be real. Constant and repetitive fulfillment is not good for the human spirit. We all need rain and good old depression. Life can't be all beer and skittles.

The more you ignore me, the closer I get; you're wasting your time.

There's so much destruction all over the world - and all you can do is complain about ME!

Why don't you find out for yourself?Then you'll see the glass, hidden in the grass.

How can anybody say they know how I feel? The only one around here who is me, is ME.

Cats will be cats.

I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out - Thank you, drop dead!

I'd love to...but only with you.

You don't like me, but you love me; either way, you're wrong.

And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?

Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.

Because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH!And look around ...can you blame us?!

I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine.

Such meeting reveal that which we all darkly suspect about those whose art we have loved: that they are unlikely to be whatever it is we imagine them to be.

Diazapam (that's valium), temazepam, lithium, ECT, HRT - how long must I stay on this stuff? Don't give me anymore!

Now this might disturb you, but I find I'm OK by myself;and I don't need you or your benevolence to make sense.

I was wasting my life, always thinking about myself.

Burn down the discoHang the blessed D.J.Because the music that they constantly playIt says nothing to me about my life

I want fame now, not after I'm dead.

It's so easy to laughIt's so easy to hateIt takes guts to be gentle and kind

The preachers preach and the sinners sin sincerely.

These tears I'm wailing,I spill not without reason.Remove them, my dearest love.Take me to the place I've been dreaming of,where the grotesquely lonely meet the grotesquely lonelyand they whisper,just very softly,Please be mine, Dearest Love.

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now.

Life is a pigsty.

With the world's fate resting on your shoulder - you're gonna need someone on your side.You can't do it by yourself any longer - you're gonna need someone on your side.

I just don't have a tremendously strong belief that relationships can work. I'm really quite convinced that they don't. And if they do, it's really quite terribly brief and sporadic.

Nobody can possibly be so hungry that they need to take a life in order to feel satisfied - they don't after all, take a human life, so why take the life of an animal? Both are conscious beings with the same determination to survive. It is habit, and laziness and nothing else.

Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?

God, come down, if you're really there -Well, you're the one who claims to care!

I have forgiven Jesus for all of the love he placed in me, when there's no one I can turn to with this love.

Now comes the hour to choose between being acceptable to others or being acceptable to one's own self, for we must kill our true selves off in order to survive.

This world, I am afraid, is designed for crashing bores.

They said they respect me, which means, their judgment is crazy.

It begins in the heart...and it hurts when it's true.It only hurts because it's true.

Don't leave it all unsaid,somewhere in the wasteland of your head.