Novel & Cerita Hurt Feeling Broken Trust Quotes

I smirked, after I said that iniwan ko na ang lalaki dun na nanatiling nakatayo at nakatitig sa kawalan. I trusted him so much before. Breaking someone's trust is like crumpling up a perfect piece of paper. You can smooth it over but it's never going to be the same again. Sometimes you don't know who you can and cannot trust. Five things you will never recover in life... First, a stone after it's thrown. Second, a word after it's said. Third, an occasion after it's missed. Fourth, time after it's gone. And lastly, trust after it's lost.

He yelled and and his heart beating fast, sighing heavily, he wished she would just be fine already, but he could still hear the sound of her breath, and just like her, they were alluring. "What about everything we shared?" Her weak voice interrupted ""What about our love, you told me you love me, we promised each other forever, what happened to all that?" Her voice was shaking, he could sense her fear from the tone of her voice, but he tried as much not to be moved, if only he could tell her that he love her still, if only he could tell her that he wishes nothing to change, but it would be useless, when his trust is broken, it can't be gotten.

“Mona, stop this nonsense. Sorry won’t fix it back.” “Exactly!” I snapped, rising slowly to my feet. My voice grew louder, deeper, bitter with hurt. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything. So mind what you think and say with your mouth before you throw it like a knife. Words cut deeper than glass, Tricia. You see this cup? It will never be whole again. Just like friendships, just like trust, once broken, it will never be the same again.” Tricia froze, her eyes wide. I wiped my tears roughly with the back of my hand, grabbed the plates, and turned to her one last time. “I’ll let this slide tonight. But next time, Tricia…” My voice dropped low, sharp as ice. “…I may not.”

"There were times when I gave my heart fully, only to have it shattered. It made me question my worth and my ability to trust. Each time I tried to pick up the pieces, it felt like I was starting from scratch, trying to rebuild what was broken." Paulo listened attentively, her expression a blend of empathy and understanding. I continued, my voice steady but filled with emotion. "I'm not closed off to the idea of love forever, but right now, I need to focus on healing and rebuilding my own sense of self. I don't want to rush into something out of fear of being alone." Tears gathered in my eyes as I shared her truth, the weight of my words an evident to the pain I had carried. Paulo reached ou

I can hold my head high. Thank you for breaking me; isn't that a line from Sinead O'Connor? I never understood it before. It used to sound like permission, albeit retroactive, to hurt someone. I get it now. Only a lover can wound so deep, cut to the very core. That level of trauma has to be an inside job. You broke me and watched me bleed. You saw me fail to eat, fail to sleep, and you kept on the pressure with your lies and manipulations, increasing the level of cruelty as you went. After all that, what can there be left underneath but the untouchable part of me, my soul, the girl you can never hurt. I can't be more raw than that, more exposed, more pure. So thank you, because as Sinead sai

"Forgive you? How can I? You think I cheated on you, but I didn't. I never did. You're so heartless, Daksh. You didn't love me. It was an illusion. I sacrificed my own self-worth just to gain your affection and love. But you just ripped my heart out, stomped on it and kicked it away somewhere afar. Our sweet memories together haunted me, made me cringe. You're not the man I loved. He just vanished, disappeared. You still don't trust me. After hearing karthik voice recording and that stupid report. You're trusting me, now. You know what Daksh? The best proof of love is trust. Trust is like a mirror: once it's broken, you'll always see the cracks. I hate you, and I'll never forgive you for hur

His fear of rejection. "You're not broken," I said firmly. "Luna—" "You're hurt. Scarred. Traumatized. But not broken. There's a difference." "Is there?" "Yes. Broken can't be fixed. Hurt can heal. You're healing. Every day." He looked at me with such raw emotion. "How do you do that?" "Do what?" "Make me feel like I'm worth something. Even when I'm convinced I'm not." "Because you are worth something. You're loyal. Brave. Smart. Funny. And you've saved my life more times than I can count."

"Everyone I've ever trusted has betrayed me. Everyone I've ever loved has hurt me. I'm done, Adrian. I'm done trusting people." Adrian's face crumpled. "Please. Just give me one chance." "No." The word hung in the air between us. Adrian stared at me, his eyes filled with desperation. "Noah, please—" "I said no." My voice rose. "Why can't you understand that? Why can't any of you understand that?" I was shaking now, tears streaming down my face. "I'm broken. I'm so broken. And I don't know if I'll ever be able to trust anyone again."

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

I said timidly, looking down at our shoes with tear filled eyes. “Exactly what I thought you'll say, you wouldn't tell me stuff but you'll expect me to tell you all” “I think I should go, I'm sorry for what happened today and I promise to stay out of your way” I said bitterly, willing my voice not to crack and begging my tears to stay still. We aren't even dating an I feel so heart broken. Now y'all understand why I don't trust guys. They'll always break your heart, whether you're dating them or not.