Alanis Morissette Quotes

It's hard for me to accept love. I wish I could lie to you and tell you that it's easy for me, but it's not.

I think that the most difficult thing is allowing yourself to be loved, so receiving the love and feeling like you deserve it is a pretty big struggle. I suppose that's what I've learnt recently, to allow myself to be loved.

A conscience is a troublesome thing at times. I woke up at 4 o'clock this morning and I spent the time feeling what a nothing I was, and wishing I was so very different. Then the morning's post brought me a letter from a friend, saying I was so this, so that - it made me really cry, I was so grateful.

A woman watches her body uneasily, as though it were an unreliable ally in the battle for love.

I've struggled for confidence and had great doubts about myself. But, personally, I'm not riddled with guilt.

I'm not sure I'm very confident at all. There was a lot of my life when I thought I was fundamentally unlovable.

How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?

I can never tell what I'm doing when I'm in the middle of publication because I have no confidence. I have terrible self-esteem, along with boundless narcissism.

It is easier to overcome people's judgments than to overcome our own self-judgment.

I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow?

I don't hate myself, as a general rule. I'd say the best way to describe it is that I have moments of self-loathing at fairly regular intervals.

I should try to be strong, but baby, you're the right kind of wrong.

If our stressful thoughts aren't true, what does that leave? It leaves, "I am loveable" - the very thing I could never make myself believe, because "I'm unloveable" overrides it when the chips are down.

All through the night, she battled herself. Or battled to know herself. She fell apart and then put herself back together and then she fell apart again and put herself back together, over and over.

I have no self-respect. But can a man of acute sensibility respect himself at all?

I hated myself for needing him at such times, for craving his strength whenever I felt upset.

I required kindness and sympathy, but I did not believe myself utterly unworthy of it.

I think our need to be loved is so great that it's the thing that damages us the most. I think that's something we can find in any person, though some people are more in tune with it or accepting of it or have moved past it and dealt with it or have a healthier thought process about it than others.

The journey from teaching about love to allowing myself to be loved proved much longer than I realised.

I love myself, the way I look, my body, but sometimes I can't help but feel insecure.

I was a kid who didn't have a lot of self-esteem.

Like everyone else, I've had moments when I've felt that I've been losing my grip.

True, I am in love with suffering, but I do not know if I deserve the honor.

It's no sin to admit that you feel vulnerable and lost.

I can't say I have control over my emotions; I don't know my mind. I'm lost like everyone else. I'm certainly not a leader.