Sinead O'Connor Quotes

I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried desperately to forget you, I couldn't.

My love for the band is still there. It hasn't changed, maybe that's why it's so painful these days.

Bitterly I wondered if Hardy was going to overshadow every relationship for the rest of my life, haunting me like a ghost. I didn't know how to let him go. I'd never even had him.

They say that your first love never dies. You can put out the flames, but not the fire.

I wish I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

We can't be friends Cause I'm still in love with you.

I wish I could stop being in love with Sam. I really do.

Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?

Lost love is still love.

The love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much the world did think I'd moved on.

The tragedy is not that love doesn't last. The tragedy is the love that lasts.

When I think about my own relationships to the women that I really loved, it feels like that love, even after we've broken up and we're no longer speaking, that love never goes away. No one told me that.

When you see someone you love with somebody else, your heart kind of falls to the ground.

Falling out of love is like losing weight. It's a lot easier putting it on than taking it off.

I think many people can relate to that excruciating pain of love gone wrong. I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.

Love becomes logically true when lost but still sought from the same source.

I have a one-track mind. That's all that I'm interested in - love. And the lack of it. When it stops.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

He who has loved often ... has loved never.

You will go on and meet someone else and I'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.

I've never been in love. I've dreamt of it day and night, but my heart is like a fine piano no one can play because the key is lost.

Love is an incurable disease. In love, there is permanent suffering. Those who love and those who are happy are not the same.

Of her scorn the maid repented, And the shepherd - of his love.

You, yes, you, linger inside my heart The same you who stopped us before we could start.

The truth is... I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart... and I never really got it back.