Friend Broken Trust Quotes Novels & Stories

She remarks soullessly. Then, she watches the man as he clasps his hands together, like in prayer. "You know, Sir. In my opinion, trust is hard to build but easy to break. It is like carefully sculpting a glass, but once it falls, it breaks into pieces that are hard to put back." "You can still fix a glass, though." He argues back at her, and she shrugs to hear him.

Valentina smiled faintly, like a woman recalling a private joke. As the discussion continued, Valentina dropped more of her subtle daggers, hidden beneath financial jargon. “You must always remember who helped you rise when the world abandoned you,” she said when discussing market collapses. Later: “Trust is a fragile thing. One can never be certain who will be at your bedside… and who will walk away.”

Our dessert was placed between us with two forks, and George nodded his thanks. I took my hand from his and grabbed a fork, stabbing it into the cake. This was too soon to have this conversation. It was too soon to have any kind of conversation about anything past right now. I forgave him, but I don’t know if I fully trusted him. And this was the funny thing about trust. You can love and forgive, but you don’t necessarily trust. Broken hearts and promises can be fixed so easily because they break in a different way than trust. When trust is broken, it’s shattered into a thousand pieces. And sometimes, it’s never put back together the same way.

By priorit Isabella had a mysterious and unreadable expression on her face, showing no hint of her thoughts or emotions. She sat in her chair, tapping her fingers on the armrest in a rhythmic pattern. "Trust is a delicate and vulnerable aspect of relationships that can be easily broken or destroyed. It is crucial for us to exercise caution and avoid being naive, particularly when taking into account our financial constraints. We need to be mindful and prudent in our decision-making, ensuring that we make informed choices given our limited financial resources."

Will they even trust her to begin with? Trust… what a silly thing, so hard to gain but so easy to discard without a notice of thought. Sometimes, it will hardly be noticeable even whether that trust is strengthening or weakening. The only thing that she knows is that when their eyes display a look of pure horror and hurt, that trust has long banished and never to be rebuild the same way as it was before. Like a swan statue made out of glass, once broken, it will not be repaired no more. Even if repaired, it will never be as beautiful and pure as it was before it was broken in the first place.

a voice said, and she turned. "Jason" Jason sat next to her and followed her gaze. His warm brown eyes held a kindness that made her feel instantly at ease. She couldn't help but smile at his presence, grateful for the distraction from her swirling thoughts. "Yeah," she replied. "Why is that?" "Why do trusts always get broken? Especially with the people we trust the most?" She asked, with Jason still staring at the setting sun. "Sometimes trusts cannot be broken, but they have to be broken."

I've forgotten him already but my trust for men never came back. My trust for men is like a vase, once it was broken you can never fix it back to the way it was before. It was broken, so it can be whole again. It can be formed together again but has a crack that can never be fixed and will never be erased. I laughed a little when I saw Gina flirting with one of our classmate. I am now sitting in the far row, alone with no one next to me. Someone sat next to me earlier but I sent him away.

He kissed her forehead and she felt the burning flame slowly turn into fire. They stay like that for a while, before she realized something and began to speak. “Don’t get your expectation too high. Because trust is like a glass. You break it, it won’t be the same anymore even if you tried to put it together.” She said flatly and he looked at her with a frown. “You don’t trust me?” He asked her warily. “Yes. I don’t trust anybody right now. Because apparently I really can not judge someone from the way he usually behaves.”

And even as I stood there, nodding for Mira’s sake, a dark seed of unease rooted itself inside me. Because trust, once broken, was not so easily repaired. And Ivy’s betrayal had already burned too deep.

He was ruthless and merciless when disappointed. If he found out his married son cheated, I couldn’t even imagine what would come next. Uncle Nolan trusted me more than his own son. If I said Jack dis something naughty, he wouldn’t hesitate to teach him a “lesson.” “They say if a man cheats, even if he promises to change, he won’t. He’ll do it again,” I murmured quietly. “You can trust me,” he said. Trust. The most dangerous word there is. Once given and broken, it’s almost impossible to rebuild.