Quotes About Loss Of Trust Novels & Stories

she asked calmly. He sighed “I feel like a failure. It makes me wonder if my father was right about doubting my judgement. He never really trusted me with big decisions until he died…” The incident with Cassie made him question himself a lot. Was he as gullible and easily trusting as Cameron said? “Trust can seem like a weakness but it is the bedrock of any lasting relationship.” Dr. Brown said calmly, as if she had just read his mind. “I seem to have a bad habit of trusting the wrong people” he replied sadly.

It was obvious that he didn't expect Geoffrey would talk about this right in the open. "What? Are you surprised? Do you think we shouldn't speak of this in the open?" Geoffrey grinned. "I believe that it's better for us to say matters like this out in the open, since trust is difficult to earn these days. While we don't have much trust between us, it'll be a shame if we lose trust in each other because of something like this. It's a great loss for both of us!"

You trust no one, except yourself. Abruptly, he released the amulet, letting it drop against her chest with a thump. She moistened her lips and continued. ‘The mistrust you feel gave you the strength to move on. But if you continue clinging to your cynicism about others, you could lose the most valuable part of yourself.’ He sat back, studying her from behind his protective shield once again. ‘That’s quite a statement, and a rather general one. You can’t get through life without being hurt in some way. And trust, well, that’s a quality reserved for fools.’

“I want honesty, and that’s something I haven’t gotten in a while.” His eyes came back to me and stayed there for a long time, studying my face like he could see words in bold ink across my skin. He tilted his head slightly before he released a sigh. “Trust is like glass. It takes time to heat and temper, to make it transparent for both parties to see through. But once it’s shattered, there are so many broken pieces on the floor that it’s impossible to put back together. A year may pass, and you’ll step into the kitchen barefoot for a glass of water and get a shard in your heel. And you’ll remember how it got there.” A pain settled on my heart, an anchor lowered from a ship, a disappointment

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.

I want him to еаrn bасk my truѕt. I’m lost in thоught untіl wе сrоѕѕ thе fаmоuѕ Manhattan Brіdgе. I саn’t hеlр wondering аbоut all thе реорlе whо lose fаіth and jumр. It muѕt bе a ѕhіttу fuсkіng рlасе tо gеt tо, fееlіng thаt lіfе іѕn’t worth living.

I confessed "But...there's a part of me, something deep within, that tells me I can trust you. And trust, although a difficult concept for me to grasp after George, was described to me by a dear friend as a gift not to be declined" I paused, a wave of nostalgia washing over me as I thought of that friend "That same friend entrusted me to you, and I have faith in his choices" I said, my voice tinged with the pain of missing him. The memory of Tony's wise words seemed almost tangible in the room, and I could feel the sting of tears threatening to spill from my eyes. Oh, how I missed hearing his voice guiding me through life's twists and turns. His name hung in the air between us, a ghostly rem

“Losing family like that. Betrayal’s the worst part, isn’t it? When the people closest to you… shove you right over the edge.” Miranda stiffened. Just a fraction. Her eyes darted to me again, sharper this time. Victoria frowned slightly, probably thinking I was being weirdly intense for a stranger chat. I kept going, casual as anything. “I mean, imagine trusting someone your whole life, and then…bam…they’re the ones holding the knife. Or pushing you off a rooftop. Makes you wonder who you can really count on.” Miranda’s face paled a touch. She clutched her tablet tighter. “Yeah… well. Accidents happen.”

"You're spot on. In business, letting your feelings rule is a surefire way to lose everything." "Dad!" Matthew could not believe what he was hearing. "How can you take her side?" "I'm on the side of common sense. You're the one who broke the rules first," he said calmly. Juliet squeezed my hand. "Honey, do you really want to go through with this? Think of all the years you've shared!" I held her hand gently. "Juliet, I never wanted it to come to this. But..." I turned to Matthew. "Once trust is gone, there's nothing left."

Someone who had lost the ability to trust. Someone like me. "I think that's why you and I…" he began, but stopped, as if reconsidering his words. "What?" "Nothing. Forget it." On impulse, I reached out and touched his face in the dark. "You're not to blame for what she did," I whispered. "Believing in someone isn't a weakness." I felt his hand cover mine, holding it against his face. "Even when that belief destroys you?" "Yes. Even then." I swallowed hard, thinking of Alex, of Elise, of all the times I doubted myself after their betrayal. "Because the alternative is to never trust anyone again. And that… that would be the real defeat."