Steven Patrick Morrissey Quotes

Although I was able to maintain a pleasant expression, I was mentally throwing up in her face.

Elizabeth had never been more at a loss to make her feelings appear what they were not. It was necessary to laugh, when she would rather have cried.

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

Beneath Wilson’s stern ministerial appearance churned a turbulent emotional life.

Sometimes, I have played something that psychologically sticks with me, that's opposite of where I am. I guess I have a lot of anger in me.

People looking up at her--at her smooth pretty vivacious face--had no way of knowing about the painfully articulated resolves formulating in her mind.

It hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time.

Most grown people are like icebergs, three-tenths showing, seven-tenths submerged - that is why a collision with one of them is unexpectedly hurtful.

This overwhelming desire to be close to you directly conflicts with my intense fear of people.

I find I have to be the sad clown: laughing on the outside, crying on the inside.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.

When we speak, we want to say something sweet, but we don't say something sweet because something is ordering us from deep down to say something unkind. We want to open our hearts to people, but we can't do it, because we are being ordered around by the sufferings we have concealed deep in our consciousness.

How many people have wanted to kill themselves, and have been content with tearing up their photograph!

There are people whose society I find delicious; but when I sit alone and think of them I shudder.

I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them.' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come.

Now I just don't know who to tell to go to hell Who put the old devil in the distorted angel?

We don't stop loving people just because we hate them, but we don't stop hating them either.

I do like to hit people-I like the explosion of power and energy, and the feeling that I am untouchable because I can hurt people. But I hate that part of myself, because it is the part of me that is the most broken

I despise the pleasure of pleasing people that I despise.

I love her beauty, but I fear her mind.

Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

Men and women aren't really dogs: they only look like it and behave like it. Somewhere inside there is a great chagrin and a gnawing discontent.

I don't mean to hate people, I just get forced into it.

An increase of tenderness always ended by boiling over and turning to indignation. He was at the point where we seek to adopt a course, and to accept what tears us apart.