Quotes About Regret

Obediance, when it flows out of genuine love for Jesus Christ, is never wasted and never regretted.

I didn't want to make the same mistake my parents made. I didn't want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.

There are some things that once you've lost, you never get back. Innocence is one. Love is another. I guess childhood is a third.

He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it

Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

May we so love as never to have occasion to repent of our love!

Oh dear me - it's too late to do anything but accept you and love you - but when you were quite a little boy, somebody ought to have said "hush" just once!

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

Love is always having to say I'm sorry.

He said there are thousands of Shadowhunters, but great love comes once in a lifetime if one is lucky, and one would be a fool to let it go.

Have you fallen in love with wrong person yet?

How much of love lies buried in dusty graves!

And after all this time that you still owe, you're still a good-for nothing I don't know.

Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?

Too late came I to love you, O Beauty both so ancient and so new! Too late came I to love you - and behold you were with me all the time . . .

Failures to love are irremediable and irredeemable.

No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.

But love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offense, Crying, 'That's good that's gone.

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

I've heard attacks were made on coalition forces because of those. I apologize to the families of those who lost loved ones or were injured because of the photos.

If you must reread old love letters, better pick a room without mirrors.