Hurt Feeling Broken Trust Quotes Novels & Stories

I can see how broken he is. There's so much pain in his eyes. His hand is shaking as he gets the glass from my hand. "Giovanni," I called him. "D-Don't tell me to stop crying. The pain is so unbearable," he said as he closed his eyes. He dropped the glass to the floor and it breaks. I immediately pick up the portions of the broken glass. "Just like these pieces, they are like trust. It is broken and you can't unbreak it," he spoke out.

even though in reality, no one is—yeah right, there is, and it's the shame I've brought upon myself. To be honest, I'm so stupid! I'm so stupid for trusting! I trusted someone who was ready to humiliate me in front of many people. Fck! Just fck! I trusted! I gave my all because I trusted and because I love him! But just fck! It's so fcking messed up! He fooled me! They all fooled me! And now, I am broken... I am in pain.. I am in my deepest sorrow. If only I knew, if only I knew that this would happen, then I wouldn't have trusted. Then I wouldn't be happy now! Then I would be happy now!

“Nate, love isn't just a word or a feeling. It's a choice, an action. And your actions have shown me the truth. Trust, once broken, is not easily mended.” His face contorted with anguish, realizing the depth of the damage he had caused. “Eva, please don't give up on us,” he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. I took a deep breath, my voice firm as I responded, “Nate, trust is the foundation of any relationship. Without it, we have nothing. I need time to heal, to rediscover who I am without you.” A heavy silence enveloped us once more, and I turned away, unwilling to let him see the raw vulnerability etched upon my face. The weight of my decision settled upon my shoulders, and with e

Frightened to live in another deception only to realize it was all fake and things were not beautiful as I imagined them to be. “Once trust is broken, it cannot be built again.” I enunciated. “Because you will be afraid that he will do the same. You fear his betrayal.” He completed my words compassionately. “Exactly.” I hummed, returning a hollow smile. We both stood silently for the next few moments, staring at the moon and gleaming night, holding nothing but desolation. And weary of the lack of sound, he chuckled. “I don’t like you. I never liked you.”

My tears had triggered some memories of hers maybe from when she broke up with her ex boyfriend. We stayed like that, entangled in each other's arms as we calmed ourselves down with silent whimpers. Outside, the rain kept falling—washing the portrait’s charcoal eyes into the gutter, line by line, until there was nothing left but smears. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure which loss hurt more: the boy I’d trusted, or the version of myself I’d believed in with him. No matter how this ends, one thing is certain: this is only the beginning, and the story is far from over. Trust is like a fragile vessel—once shattered, it can never return to its original form.

Zara challenge him He flushed, being caught so easily, "it's nothing like that. I came back….to finalize the divorce." "Why don't you talk to her? Why do you men don't voice it out instead of making rash decisions? I can't go back, but you still have a chance. Talk to her-" "Zara!" By now, Abram had lost his composure. "Do you know what's more important than love?" Zara knew the answer, and that made her shut her mouth. "Breaking someone's heart is not as painful as breaking trust. Trust once broken can never bind again," He quoted.

It was hard for me to believe everything he said when I was once betrayed. As the rain pours hard outside, it was also the same thing I felt deep within me. The weight of feeling shit, and doubting someone's love and the unending overthinking was unbearable. "You wanted me to trust you… but you can't even provide a fucking assurance, Zamir. It was just your words I'm going to hold… and if ever I do believe everything you say, then there's a high possibility that I'll break my heart into pieces again just like what he did. It's just the assurance that I wanted, not the words that might be full of lies and easy to break."

When his silence didn’t scare me. But I couldn’t unlive what had happened. Trust was like a mirror. You can fix it, but you’ll always see the cracks.

I wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t as I didn’t even believe in myself anymore. “Look, Liam,” I said, standing up slowly. My legs still felt weak, but I forced myself upright. “I’m sure you mean well, but I’ve learned something today. Which is, trusting people only makes you bleed harder when they turn around and stab you.” He looked right into my eye balls. “That’s a sad way to live.” “Yeah, well, it’s the only way that doesn’t hurt.” We just stared at each other for a moment as I felt my red, swollen eyes and a broken voice, but himself with that calm, unreadable expression that made me want to look away first.

he says. That's what exactly what I am feeling right now. I can't explain to him that I am feeling exactly the same feeling. I am broken. The thing he did to me is making me feel so much hurt that I can't just trust people at all. He was the only one that I trusted in my whole life but he just broke all the things inside me. He was my only relatives that I can depend to but finding out it is just a fake is so much heartbreaking. "Won't you give that person a second chance?" I ask.