Quotes About Regret

We all screw up. Everyone makes mistakes. That's what she did. It was bad judgment, that's all. You don't cut off the people you love for mistakes like that.

Sweet is true love, though given in vain.

All the time travelling in the world can't make someone love you.

It's easy to look back and see it, and it's easy to give the advice. But the sad fact is, most people don't look beneath the surface until it's too late.

I love you forever. I am sorry I cannot love you now.

He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.

Why didn't he say goodbye? I gave myself a bruise. Why didn't he say 'I love you'?

I love you, Im Meahri. I'm sorry because you suffered alone. For admitting it so late, I am sorry. You aren't going anywhere now. I am not letting you go anywhere.

I even made love to myself once. Uhh, I wasn't suppose to tell you that.

And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.

What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?

Too many of us never understand what we owe to our dear ones until there remains no further opportunity of paying love's debt.

I have a poorly done tribal armband that i got when i was 16, i love showing it to people because it totally sucks

Vanity, not love, has been my folly.

We like, we cherish, we are very, very fond of—but we never love again.

I lost my one true love. I started drinking.

I would love to spend a year living in New York; I've wanted to do that since I was 18. I'll be really disappointed if I'm 50 and haven't done something like that.

And he hated himself and hated her,too, for the ruin they'd made of each other.

I would like to have a second chance at my first love.

You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?

But I think she would have been happy with Fabrice,' I said. 'He was the great love of her life, you know.' Oh, dulling,' said my mother, sadly. 'One always thinks that. Every, every time.

The life of a woman may be divided into three epochs; in the first she dreams of love, in the second she makes love in the third she regrets it.

Then there was a man who said, 'I never knew what real happiness was until I got married; by then it was too late'

Better ten days of love than years of regretting.