Poems About Promises Novels & Stories

She should be the one who was most afraid and panicked. However, he refused to give up. ‘I will only be able to sleep peacefully if you promise me that you won’t fall in love with them.’ Helpless, Nora could only write back: ‘Okay, I promise. I will never fall in love with them no matter how outstanding they are. Can you sleep peacefully now?’ Nora thought that he was childish enough, and he was even more childish when he was drunk. He was forcing her to say these words that were similar to promises, but there would not be so many sad people in the world if every promise could be fulfilled.

When I was standing right in front of him, I leaned down, bringing my face close to his. “Promised?” I repeated, my voice a low, dangerous whisper. “Let me tell you something about promises.” I straightened up, false promises made by men ringing in my head and my eyes never leaving his. “A promise is a tool. A weapon. Something to give hope to the hopeless and manipulate the desperate. It’s the leash that keeps dogs like you from biting until the master decides it’s time to put you down.”

"We stood the same, looked the same, made the same promises. The first promise stands for love, we promised to love each other unconditionally. The second one stands for trust, we promised to trust each other at any cost. The third one stands for honesty, we promised to be honest with each other. The fourth one stands for purity, we promised to be for no one but each other. The fifth one stands for happiness, we promised to be each other's happiness. The sixth one stands for unity, we promised to live as one soul. The seventh one stands for eternity, we promised to live together and die together." A weird silence consumed both of us, and after a while, I felt the urge to question. "What happ

Its heat had not yet reached its full rage, but already the neighborhood was awake—women sweeping doorways with twig brooms, children chasing one another through puddles, and hawkers calling out wares before the day’s fatigue dulled their voices. Promise sat on the stoop of their small room, tying her scarf tighter around her head. The notebook lay open on her lap, yesterday’s words staring back at her: Dreams stitched by fire will not unravel. She traced the sentence with her finger, the pencil marks smudging faintly, then added in smaller letters: Even broken shoes must keep walking.

Penn breathed to Leda as Leda expression turned into a puzzled mask. “Whatever for are you thanking me about young man?” Leda voiced. “For not being angry.” Penn said. “Being angry?” Leda confused expression became more pinched as if she was trying to remember a crucial memory but could not. “I broke my promise to you Leda.” Penn looked down in guilt. A promise means everything, both to the person who gives his word and the other person trusting the first person to do everything in his power to ensure that what he had promised will come to fruition. Penelope my dearest daughter, a man entire being depends on if he does make his words and Promise lasting. A meaningless man is someone who you

His love spills over. "Promise me," he says. "I promise." "Promise me you'll never leave. Promise me you'll never give up on us. Promise me you'll always fight for us. Promise me you'll always choose us. Promise me you'll always come back. Promise me you'll always find me. Promise me you'll always love me." "I promise. I promise on everything. I promise on Noah. I promise on us. I promise on our future. I promise on our love. I promise on our life. I promise on our family."

As I cradle both Alex and our child in the aftermath of the storm, I know that every hardship, every moment of doubt, has led us to this singular, miraculous moment. In that fragile embrace, with the pack’s unity echoing in the distant hum of the city, I vow once more to honor the promises of our hearts. “I will always fight for us,” I whisper, my voice resolute yet tender. “For every promise made, for every dream yet to come, I will keep fighting.”

I hoped he was starting his new journey to find happiness. I realized that promises are very important. Some promises are made when we are children and we do not understand the world. But the promises we make as adults are the ones that define our lives. I made a promise to Silas to love him forever. And I intended to keep that promise every single day for the rest of my life. The house was quiet and peaceful. I could hear the sound of the wind outside, but it did not feel cold anymore. It felt like a fresh start.

“See the courtyard. See the gate. See the men we lined up on every roof. See what you betrayed Lucien for.” He swallowed, eyes tracking the flames outside, taking in the ruin like a man reading his own obituary. “We… we were promised…” “Promises,” I cut in, the word dry as old thunder, “are only as useful as the man who keeps them. Your promise was to a man who sold his child for leverage. You traded loyalty for the rumor of a crown. You thought you’d ride out on the shoulders of men who would not lift a finger when the house burned.”

She started, heaving a deep breath but still holding firm to his hands. * NOW "We all make promises each day, to ourselves, to other people, to God. To be better, wiser. Promises to people that we'll love them till eternity. Forever. We've made promises to ourselves that we'd deserved better. Better than what we get" Wu said. "I stood there behind Aaliyah as she promised alot of things. They both did. And whilst i was asking God when, i worried, knowing how sick she was, if she'll ever get to fulfill those promises"