Steven Patrick Morrissey Quotes

Basically I wake up in the morning and I think everything's going to be great. I'm really kind of optimistic, and I look forward to a new day. I pick up 'The New York Times,' and I look at the front page and realize that once again I'm wrong. I start to fixate on stuff.

Every day starts, my eyes open and I reload the program of misery. I open my eyes, remember who I am, what I'm like, and I just go, 'Ugh'.

I hated my work. It never seemed to me to be what I should be doing.

No matter where you're going it's the wrong place.

The first thing I think about when I wake up most mornings is the fact that I'm tired. I have been tired for decades. I am tired in the morning and I am tired while becalmed in the slough of the afternoon, and I am tired in the evening, except right when I try to go to sleep.

I always wished for this, but it's almost turning into more of a nightmare than a dream.

Some people will always be disappointed.

There's nothing worse than doing something you really don't enjoy.

He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.

I'm not always a positive person. I wake up grumpy, I read the newspaper and I get furious that the world is still at war.

The trouble with an alarm clock is that what seems sensible when you set it seems absurd when it goes off

I wake up every morning. I open my eyes and think: here we go again.

An unfulfilled life makes a hard man.

You try for a little happiness, and what do you get? A few memories and a fat stomach!

Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.

I should have been happy: I wasn’t.

When I finally decide that I'm ready to get out of bed, it could be the sunlight, it could be the fact that I'm awake, and, OK, first of all, I wake up in the morning because I have to go to the bathroom.

Some days are born ugly. From the very first light they are no damn good what ever the weather, and everbody knows it. No one knows what causes this, but on such a day people resist getting out of bed and set their heels against the day. When they are finally forced out by hunger or job they find that the day is just as lousy as they knew it would be.

Her future, she thought, was likely to be worse than her past, for after her years of contented renunciation, she had slipped back into desire and longing; she found joyless days of distasteful occupation harder and harder; she found the image of the intense and varied life she yearned for, and despaired of, becoming more and more importunate.

The same sun which gilds all nature, and exhilarates the whole creation, does not shine upon disappointed ambition.

But I need to wake up somehow. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s best to get through the day half-asleep. Maybe that’s the only way to get through today.

All men are a disappointment. No matter what anyone says.

I hate mornings. They start so early.

I have sought happiness through many ages and not found it.

What is more miserable than discontent?