Quotes About Regret

"I'm sorry that I spell'd the word I hate to go above you Because" - the brown eyes lower fell - "Because you see I love you!"

I love 'E.R.' and I'm not ashamed to admit it. It makes me know I did not waste my life after all by not becoming a medical doctor.

I was a million percent in love with Edward Scissorhands. I remember looking in the mirror on the last day of shooting... and thinking how sad I was to be saying goodbye to Edward.

Our parting was like a stalemate….Neither of us won. Yet both of us lost.And worse still … that unshakable feeling that nothing was ever really finished.

Though I never really had you….… to me you will always be the one that got away.

You're everything to me. But at best, I'm just a memory to you.

Don't cry after my death, I won't know it.Love me when I am alive.

A WISHSometimes I wish that he will liveand I will see him.But mostly I wish that he will die, and take my memories with him.

It's times like this…. when it's over a year later and I'm still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See…. This is why I asked you never to kiss me.

It is the deepest of wrongs I am driven to write…. And losing you was one of them.

When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?

I looked into your eyes and was captivated by the chaos that ran through you. I wish you hadn't said all the things I wanted to hear!

You may marry Miss Grey for her fifteen pounds but you will always be my Willoughby. My nightmare. My sorrow. My past. My mistake. My regret. My love.

What I cannot touch, remains a memory. I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be.

Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue.Words you can't have back, so they linger.

The purest regret, no matter what, is thinking you didn't love enough.

Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige.

I still wonder what made him leave. Were they my demons or his own?

I saw you, I loved you, but now I miss you, and I still can't speak because I know you hate me.

We ruined each other by being together. We destroyed each other's dreams.

First love, " said Ida with a sigh. "That's the one that kills you.

She told me that I need to forget about us, everything that came to lfie wasn't meant to be, all was a mistakeBut how?How can it be a mistake that I always took her to the Lord on my knees?

Everytime I stare at your pictures I'm like "what kind of fool would ever miss this "But babyMy love for you is perceived as a diss

Sensitive people either love deeply or they regret deeply. There really is no middle ground because they live in passionate extremes.