Quotes About Regret

After love a formal feeling comes.

You'll be sorry if you marry a man you don't love.

Death is to be feared because of the pain and loss it inflicts through love, and for no other reason.

He let out a long sorry sigh and I love that look on his face, that disappointment. I understand now why girls resist,just for that sweet look of regret.

I love food so much, all I have to do is look at it and I gain 5 pounds.

I sing about what a holy fool I am, and that although moments in my life are so cruel and relationships can be so cruel I'm still in love with Judas. I still go back again to those evil things.

Of all the butterflies that chose to stay, I'm in love with the one that got away.

There is always some regret when we accept that love has moved away from us

We both followed our hearts and had no choice but to hurt each other deeply.

There's nothing deader than a dead love.

Oh, no! my heart can never be Again in lightest hopes the same; The love that lingers there for thee Hath more of ashes than of flame.

Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!

Crashing into the trembling void Stretching my hand to you Losing myself to frigid regret Is this fragile love A way To say Good-bye

It is a mistake to speak of a bad choice in love, since, as soon as a choice exists, it can only be bad.

I begin with songs. They provide a sort of skeleton grammar for me to flesh out. Songs of longing for future tense, songs of regret for past tense, and songs of love for present tense.

Every lover's lament has an element of boasting.

I'm so sorry for loving you, I'm so sorry.... But it was such a wonderful dream, my love, such a wonderful dream.

Love is a mistake when we're all going to die any day now.

Two years were all we had, love," she whispered, "and we squandered them.

... But he believed that every great love was in some measure a terrible mistake.

Being remembered is all anyone can ask from a lost love.

If I hadn't met you, I'd certainly have fallen in love with him.