Steven Patrick Morrissey Quotes

I am old and good for nothing, but as the store-keepers say of their remnants of cloth, I am but a fag end, and you may have me for what you please to give.

Mirabelle is not affected by a man’s failures to approach her, as her own self-depreciating attitude never allows the idea that he would in the first place.

I am deebly self-conscious, and bad.

It's a vicious circle. If you feel hideous, you convey it to people. A couple of male friends from university have said, 'I quite fancied you, but I wouldn't have dared...' and I was like, 'Oh really?' I was completely amazed that anyone had ever fancied me, and also that I'd obviously given an impression of 'Don't touch me.'

My whole life, I've felt like I didn't quite measure up.

You have no idea what a poor opinion I have of myself and how little I deserve it.

Anything nice that's said about me is diametrically opposed to who I am.

I didn't have much confidence in myself... never.

I grew up as a child who felt she was very inferior to everyone else.

I always felt weird. I don't feel particularly likeable.

I used to think I was stupid and slow.

I'd rather speak less because I don't consider myself a very intelligent person.

Oh, of course, I always feel unconfident.

I'm basically a sexless geek. Look at me, I have pasty-white skin, I have acne scars and I'm five-foot-nothing. Does that sound like a real sexual dynamo to you?

I'm just a no-good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking, sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slime.

I always thought my genitals were the result of some crude practical joke.

I’m not a romantic, I’m a half-wit. Only stupid people would think I’m smart. I’m not something anyone should know. I’m a lunatic wandering around for scraps, I’m like every single miserable moron I’ve scorned and pretended I didn’t recognize. I’m all of them, every last ugly thing in a bad last-minute costume. I’m not different, not at all, not different from any other speck of a thing. I’m a blemished blemish, a ruined ruin, a stained wreck so failed I can’t see what I used to be.

Psychologically, it's better that I think that I'm dirt.

Judging oneself to be inferior to other people was one of the worst acts of pride because it was the most destructive way of being different.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.

I have an inferiority complex, but it’s not a very good one.

Nice to know I have that effect on boys. I mean, Christopher doesn't even know I exist, and Brandon Stark practically throws up when he sees me. Having my brain transplated into a supermodel's body was doing wonders for my love life.

I always felt big and unattractive.

Women who set a low value of themselves make life hard for all women.

I am anti-social and have a dark personality. I have no redeeming qualties and nothing to offer, therefore I could never have what I wanted