Quotes About Promises That Are Broken Novels & Stories

He said coldly, trying to regain his composure. Emmeline quirked her lips in disapproval of his Zavian and poured more wine into his glass. "Betrayal is not limited solely to physical infidelity, as you well know. It can also mean breaking the promises we make to others...or to ourselves." She stated meaningfully. Then she picked up her glass, swirling the deep red liquid. "That being the case, I think we've all broken promises and betrayed ourselves at least once in our lives," she added, draining the entire glass.

“I’m trying to talk to you.” “ Talk to me about what exactly?” I shouted. “ What exactly could you possibly say that will take all of it away?” The words poured out, unstoppable now. “You broke the promise you made to me. I trusted you and took your word that you would never hurt me again, you let me believe in something that wasn’t real, something that will never be real. You're having a child with another woman, not just any other woman but my cousin, and now you want to talk?”

Alana looked down while playing with her fingernails. William held the little girl's hand. "If you have made a promise, you must keep it. If you break it, it means you can't be trusted and will disappoint the person you made a promise to. God also doesn't like disobedient people." "Oh, I see?" Alana straightened her body while looking at William. "If I don't tell Uncle, am I sinning?" "Do not love." William smiled. "If you break your promise, you are sinning. Unless it is a big secret that is detrimental to other people."

"I understand your faithfulness when it comes to respecting people's words. But, can we quietly drive to your place and not bother about the car I bought? It has been almost a month since you last saw me. A long time for me to reconsider my decision on buying an expensive car." "No, you don’t understand!" Ifenna didn't raise his voice, but his intensity tripled. "You promised you were going to buy an expensive car last month. You didn't keep to your promise. You broke your words which isn't supposed to be. What if I had promised a group of friends that I had a friend who was going to buy an expensive car? How do you think they would feel when they find out I was lying?"

I asked him sadly. "Because it's true sweetheart. We trust because we can only find love when there is trust. Once broken, it will never be the same again. Listen carefully sweetheart, when you lose my trust, you also lose me. There are three things you should never break- trust, promise and loving Hearts" He said. "I will never break your trust, and the same rules apply to you too" I told him. "Hmm, I'll consider that" He chuckled, and I glared at him.

“Of course I will. And we won’t stop until it’s all beautiful again.I’ll help you clean it, and we’ll plant more beautiful memories after we clean the withered ones. Not even just a single one left.” That night, I feel at ease. With him. He made me feel that I’m in peace. Even in just a few minutes, he made me feel like I have everything. He made me feel like there’s no problem, he made me feel so great. And I’m keeping that to myself, all of what he said. But I won’t take that as a promise. As promises are just words. And I can’t handle another fake promise, another broken promise. I’m done with that. I will just look and wait for actions. And I hope so, that he’ll make it happen.

And I am making the three of you a promise. " What promise? " The agent asked. " You Know, I love promises. Especially those that are not usually fulfilled ." " What nonsense are you saying?" " Mm. Too bad. You called it nonsense. I only tried to say a fact about me. " " You love promises that are not usually fulfilled. Are you insinuating that I can't fulfill the promise iade to you." " Well, I never said anything of that sort. Why would I even say it? As a matter of fact, you are yet to make any promise to us."

It was made of promise. And promises were unbreakable.

Cass broke out a bottle of something strong and sweet, and for a while, we let ourselves believe that maybe, just maybe, we’d pulled off a miracle. But hope is a hungry thing. It eats you if you let it. That night, Fen sat beside me, carving a piece of wood into a spiral. “The thing about promises,” he said, “is that they cost more than you think.” I nodded, feeling the weight of every word I’d spoken. He me the carving. “For luck. Or whatever comes next.” I tucked it into my pocket, next to the letter, and tried to believe in both. As I drifted off, Kael’s voice reached me through the dark. “Three witnesses. You did it.”handed

Because promises— they mean something. They carry weight. They bind. “You can’t promise that,” she says quietly. “I just did.” “And if I break?” “Then I hold you together.” “And if I can’t be fixed?” “Then I don’t fix you.” “Then what?” I meet her eyes. Unwavering. Unbreaking. “I stand with you anyway.” Her lips part. No words come out. Because there aren’t any. Not for that. Not for something like that. And for a moment—