Quotes For Promises Broken Novels & Stories

"Why are you not saying anything?" I ask Gordon when he didn't reply. I worriedly look at him not minding the cold wind that touching my bare skin. I pulled the fabric of his clothes I'm holding urging him to say something. I wanted him to promise me although I know that promises are meant to be broken. Maybe that is how people cope up with this world full of uncertainty, holding on to those promises although we are aware that some of them are meant to be shattered into pieces. That's how stupid I am...

His love is overflowing. "I'll never hold back again," he says. "Promise? Promise me you'll never hold back? Promise me you'll never let fear silence you? Promise me you'll never let the past control you? Promise me you'll never let anyone tell you you're not enough? Promise me you'll never let yourself believe you're unworthy? Promise me you'll never let yourself give up?"

“I love you, Ethan. But love isn’t enough if we’re not honest with each other.” Ethan finally looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and determination. “You’re right,” he admitted, his voice rough. “We’ve been hiding from the truth for too long. But I’m not ready to give up. Not on us. Not yet.” Just as Sophia was about to respond, the temperature in the room plummeted, and the candles flickered violently. The low, whispering voice returned, echoing around them, “Promises made… promises broken… only one will leave.”

''Don’t look at me, because I might cry,’’ I whispered, nibbing the corner of my eyes. ''No, its okay, you can cry, when you are with me, you don’t need to pretend, you can be you, let go of everything and all,’’ she whispered. ''Okay,’’ I nodded as I regained composure and smiled. ''To friendship and loyalty,’’ she held out her pinky figure. ''To friendship and loyalty,’’ I replied. ''Friends don’t lie,’’ she added before I said the same words again. Promises were important to me, but I had stopped holding on to them. Because most of the time people didn’t mean it, they comfortably broke them.

I stop and bite my bottom lip when I can't come up with anything else to say. "Did I do that? Well, the foolish thing you did was believing those lies..." "I never knew they were lies. To me, you were being sincere. I saw it in your eyes, you looked so serious when you said those words to me... How could you have done this to me? Is this the promise you made to me?" I scoff as I stagger back, but I try to hold myself together.

"I have made up my mind, Senorita, and you are leaving. That's final." "I promise I will never try to find your identity. Please don't send me awa…" "Never make a promise if you can't keep them…because when you break a promise, you break a heart, and I'm afraid that the heart which will break will be yours.", He responded, cutting me in between. "Please…" "No. I have already made up my mind."

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 skimming his nose on the crook of my neck , inhaling my scent " I promise I won't hurt you ever again " " Don't - don't make promises that you can't keep " I said ignoring the creeping disappointment in my heart " I will keep this one , I'm keeping this one for sure ..No matter what I have to do for this but I'm not gonna break it because we are not over ,you hear me princess , we are not fucking over "

“I told you I wanted to know everything about you, remember? I think I told you I meant every word I said. I meant every promise I made you.” “Promises are meant to be broken, Zachary,” I said acidly. “I waited fourteen years for you to keep your promise of ever coming back.” It was true. A big part of me was hurt that it took him long enough to come back into my life. That part stopped believing he ever would. “I am one guy who would die first before I break a promise, baby girl,” he said. He took a deep, labored breath. “You don’t know how difficult my life had been, so don’t judge me.”

Shameless man. It's not as if I had any plans to spread my legs for anyone else, but the simple act of being asked to make such a promise was a big deal. Rominic was right about that — I never break my promises, no matter what. It's a shackle that has always bound me, which is precisely why I never give out such promises relentlessly. Of course, there have been times where I've coincidentally or accidentally broken a promise, but the key point is that it's never been an intentional betrayal.