Novel & Cerita Poems About Promises

I had no idea. "I won't promise anything," I added, drawing a gasp from the audience. "The only thing I can guarantee is to serve the pack selflessly and do everything for the people; that's all." Promises are meant to be broken. As cliche as it may sound, it never misses. People who opted to give promises are most likely the ones who broke them: like a newly bloomed flower in the wilderness. They won't last long as they'll eventually wither in time, being carried away by the wind and turned back to dust.

A gentle squeeze of my palm. It was like he was checking to make sure I was still real. I am real, I thought, looking at him. I’m not a ghost yet. Even if this world tries to turn me into one. I started to talk, mostly to fill the space, but also because I knew he was listening in a way no one else ever had. "I used to think that being loved meant being told beautiful things," I said, looking at the distant mountains. "I wanted poems and promises. But I think I was wrong. Promises are just words. They can be broken as easily as they’re spoken."

" He had promised. "I will wait for you, Tann. No matter how long it takes. I will wait for you." I had vowed.🔛🔛🔛 That was the promise we made each other. A promise we broke. A promise that wasn't kept at last, from our ends. A promise that passed with time. A promise I would have done everything to live through. A promise I wanted so damn much for it to come to pass. Five years has passed already.

What about me? Questions, always questions. As if the answers would change the past. ‘How could you do this? We promised. What about the vows?’ Promises. That only turn is weak. Vulnerable. My father believed in promises too. He believed my mother would come back. Instead, she slit his throat and disappeared into the night, leaving me behind like trash. That’s what promises get you. Death. Ruin. Regret. Promises make us simple pawns in other people's games.

Just at Mia, with those looks that could melt anyone. He spoke slowly. Deeply. Like every word cost him something to release. “I don’t write vows,” he began. “Because promises have always been hard for me to make. Too many were made to me… and broken.” He took a pause then continued. “But today, standing in front of you, I want to make one.” His thumb lightly stroked her knuckles. “I can’t promise I’ll always get things right. Or that I’ll always know the right words to say. But I promise that if the world turns its back on you… I won’t.”

He will heal your wounds with his love and care. The future ahead of you is dangerous, my child, but always remember that with your “Promise Mate” beside you, both of you shall conquer your enemies. I don't know if you will remember this when you grow up, but never let what will happen today ruin your life, child. You have a bigger responsibility ahead. But you can never accomplish it without your “Promise Mate." The Oracle spoke gently to Theo, who kept nodding his head as if he understood what the old woman was saying

"I don't understand." "Well, baby, there are promises that aren't fulfilled unintentionally. For example, let's say your Uncle Caius promised to buy you stickers but couldn't keep them because he had to buy something for a school project. Or, for instance, I promised you we'd go to the mall, but I had an emergency." "That's understandable," Summer replied, but she still seemed sad. "Yes. Of course, we still have to be careful when we make promises. If you can do it, then you should. The word "promise" is used to assure you'll do what you said. "

Love that came too late was worth nothing at all. Even if they spent their whole lives waiting for me to turn around, I would not spare them another glance.

Then, at last, heavy snow began to fall, wrapping the world in a shroud of white. Ryder sat by the headstone as the storm piled snow upon his shoulders. It clung to his hair and brows, but he remained still, as though he had long since become part of the earth itself. "Lyra, I'm so cold," he whispered. His voice was fragile against the howling wind. "But I will not leave. I promised to protect you… even if the promise was far too late." He closed his eyes, letting the storm rage as he drifted into the fragments of their brief, beautiful time together.

Aurora, you should’ve just walked away from all of this. I bit my lip, trying to focus on Adrian instead of the firestorm of emotions inside me. The last thing I needed was another argument. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring—the one he had given me, the one that symbolized promises broken. Adrian’s eyes followed my every move. When I handed him the ring, his fingers brushed against mine, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of the past. But that moment quickly died. I wasn’t the same girl who had once believed in his promises. I wasn’t the same naive woman who had thought love was supposed to be easy.