Quotes About Regret

William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Remembering. Forgetting. I'm not sure which is worse.

My wife heard me say I love you a thousand times, but she never once heard me say sorry.

True repentance hates the sin, and not merely the penalty; and it hates the sin most of all because it has discovered and felt God's love.

Now I lay me down to cheat on the woman I love so, and if I die between these sheets I pray to God she'll never know.

When the lights don't glow the same way that they used to and I finally get a moment to myself, I will realize you were everything I'm missing and you'll tell me you're in love with someone else.

After you, it's all cheap tequila.

Love means never having to say you're sorry. However, it is with sincere regret that I must now kill all of you.

Every moment wasted looking back, keeps us from moving forward.

People who say "It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" never felt a broken heart.

The regret of my life is that I have not said 'I love you' often enough.

I'd love to be a diva. But I'd then have to send so many apology notes for my abhorrent behaviour.

If we discovered that we only had five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer that they loved them.

Most people will look back and realize they did not have a great life because it's just so easy to settle for a good life.

Dear Marco, how do i unwrite the past, how do i undo the mistakes, how do i unlove you?

Left love behind many years ago. Now it rests under a cross in the cemetery in Tombstone.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

George, if you had to do it all over, would you fall in love with yourself again?

The scars of your love remind me of us they keep me thinking that we almost had it all the scars of your love they leave me breathless I can't help feeling we could have had it all

our love for the dead, like a floating iceberg, can only be measured by the depths of our resentments.

I've lost loved ones in my life who never knew how much I loved them. Now I live with the regret that my true feelings for them never were revealed.

Love dies because its birth was an error.

Spend time with those you love. One of these days you will say either, 'I wish I had', or 'I'm glad I did.'

The basic formula of all sin is: frustrated or neglected love.