Quotes About Regret

I realize I waited too long but please don't move on.

Hope you'll forgive me, never meant wrong. Tried to be patient, but waited too long. But I would've came back.. But I would've came back for you.

Baby I'll never forget none of that. Girl I told you I was comin back.

I wonder why I never learn my lesson. It's feeling like the second chance and it's the first impression

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

You gave me reason to believe that we were always meant to be, but now I see you were wrong, you can't keep running back to me with all them baby baby please, No More.

Indeed, I did have a relationship with Miss Lewinsky that was not appropriate. In fact, it was wrong.

Might have been a time when I loved her too but you take that away and you'll always be the one.

Gave my money all to you, took my watch and pawned it, too.

Had she come all the way for this,To part at last without a kiss?Yea, had she borne the dirt and rainThat her own eyes might see him slainBeside the haystack in the floods?

Al buscar el olvido, trataban de recordar.

He dared not love again and lose. That loss was too great, that pain too keen.

He is a man who seems to ache at the slightest parting, always turning when he leaves you for a long glance back as if against the possibility he might never see you again

Looking back on my life, I wish I'd stepped forward and made a fool of myself more often when I was younger -- because when you do, you find out you can do it.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised, And mine that I was proud on--mine so much That I myself was to myself not mine, Valuing of her--why she, O, she is fall'n Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her clean again, And salt too little which may season give To her foul tainted flesh!

The mind of guilt is full of scorpions.

Had I but died an hour before this chance I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,There's nothing serious in mortality, All is but toys; renown and grace is dead, The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.

Wishers were ever fools

The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a bootless grief

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meatsDid coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.Would I had met my dearest foe in heavenEre I had ever seen that day.

I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,And not have strew'd thy grave.

Thou canst not say I did it: never shakeThy gory locks at me.