Promises Are Broken Quotes Novels & Stories

"I want you to hold on and believe in promises again, but I'm also afraid that I might break your trust on promises even more, because I'm not one hundred percent sure if I can really make my promises come true." I blinked couple times. It's true, I don't believe in promises anymore. I don't trust promises, I believe they'll be broken. There are always broken promises. I don't want to increase the pain I feel because of broken promises. "I know you don't want me to make a promise. And I told you I won't, I won't make a promise if you don't want me to." I stared intently in his eyes. I know he's telling the truth. And I also remember that koment when I told him not to make a promise to me. Wh

"And Anthony never breaks a promise, right?" His heart shattered. "I..." He couldn't muster a single word. Solace was right. He never broke a promise. "Don't go on making promises you can't keep. You'll be backed into a cave. Full of broken words you never truly meant. They will only come back to bite you in the future, you can't escape it. There's never an escape," Solace lectured. "Your promises to me weren't really promises, were they? Just scattered tasks you never planned to do. You never planned to stay with me the way you promised. You can't keep a promise. You never could. No one can. It's a word tossed in the air far too often to mean a single thing. Not the way it used to."

POV: Rory Hale The thing about promises is that they break as easily as glass. I promised myself seventeen would be my year. My year to escape heartbreak, my year to finally breathe. But instead, seventeen became the year everything shattered like someone had taken a hammer to the fragile bits of my life and smiled while they watched me bleed.

I watched families and couples laughing and talking in the seats around me, their easy camaraderie a painful reminder of what I had lost. Every mile that passed was a physical ache, a pulling sensation that tugged me back toward him, back toward the boy who had broken my heart. I replayed our last conversation over and over in my mind, his desperate pleas, his raw, vulnerable promises. *“I promise I’ll fight for you. I promise I’ll fight for us.”* The words were a comforting balm on the raw, open wound of my heart, but they were also a heavy burden. A promise was a fragile thing, easily broken. And I wasn’t sure how many more pieces my heart could handle.

he said while disconnecting the call. "Swara, I know after this you would hate me more but I have no other ways left to keep you with me. I recorded the video when I kissed you. I knew your gold digger step mother would definitely throw you out of your house after watching that video. And then you will have no other option left. You will come to me. I am the one who broke you and I will be the one to fix you," Sanskar said to himself. ♡♡♡

I said, my voice cracking into a whisper. A low him was all I could hear from Anna, and her silence said a lot. She didn't know what else to say. I gently wiped my tears, “But don't worry, he's not worth my time like you said. I'd try to get over him and I'd be strong.” “Promise?” Anna asked, her voice ringing with hope. I exhaled deeply, “Yes, I promise.” “That's my girl! I love you. Now make sure to wipe those tears, and start looking like the queen that you are!” She cheered on and I could only smile, it still hurts me deeply.

Right after he was done imagining a life where they were happy together. Yet when the time came, and he finally had her in his hold, his mind had just gone blank. Even after everything, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her. But he would, he promised. His pain deserved justice. He assured himself that the pain in his heart would lessen only when there would be tears in her eyes. Only when she would be as broken as he was, he will be satisfied. "Right away, sir." Daisy bowed dramatically, pretending to tip off her imaginary hat. Even now she realized, she liked the annoyance that clouded his features at her unnecessary theatrics.

"Oh, and by the way—your family's a mess. Oliver broke into the asylum and let Ada out. She took him hostage. She wants to see you. "Go back, Steven. He's your son. As for us—there's nothing left." Her words snapped the last thread holding him up. As Bella walked away, his chest caved in. The pain pinned him where he sat, too shattered to move, too wrecked to chase her. This time, he knew—he'd really lost her.

Completely. “Always.” Noah tilted his head. “But where are you going?” Damian’s eyes filled. And I had never seen him like that before. Never. “I’ll come back,” he lied gently. And I knew it was a lie. But Noah didn’t. “Promise?” he asked. Damian hesitated. Just a second too long. Then he whispered: “Promise.” My chest tore open. Because I knew— that promise was already broken. The officers pulled him away.

in myself. Promises are meant to be broken...this phrase is true...you also gave me a promise...a promise that was broken...a promise that was a mere lie... tell me how should I learn to trust people and myself now...tell me now how should I learn to love again... tell me what did you gain by playing with my wrecked and splintered heart...are you happy....breaking me again... Wasn't my family was enough to break me time and time again that you also did the same..what's the difference between you and my family then...both of you shattered me to extent that I doubt I would heal this time...