Quotes For Promises Broken Novels & Stories

His eyes were fixed on the glass he’s holding, it’s almost as if he’s watching the liquor dance as he moves it. “Of course I was mad. A part of me resented her because she betrayed me for another man. She made me question my worth, she hurt me in ways no one could,” His jaw clenched harshly. “But I can’t do anything about it, Ellyse. Love will never be enough if trust is broken. Maybe a part of me wanted her to beg, to tell me that it was only a mistake she’ll never commit again. But she didn’t. And that in itself already spoke volumes to me,” Riden placed his glass down, clasped his fingers together before looking at her.

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.

"I... Promise," "I'm happy that this time you'll not gonna break your promise," Sebastian announced. Breaking their sacred promise."I'm hoping that you'll not gonna break it this time," "Hey, we're done talking about this right," I said and looked at him, my eyes are giving him a warning. Thomas is with us for pity's sake.

“Promises are meant to be broken? Tsk! That’s a lie, for promises are a sacred word to be broken by anyone. Promises are not meant to be broken. They are meant to be fulfilled.” He is the one who thought me that, but then the same person that’s breaking it and even without blinking. Proving somehow to me that promises are meant to be broken. To the day that he held his hand to me and taught me to believe that everything is possible. My heart and my mind bare those hope and faith. Yet, this time, at this very moment, everything is screaming and right in front of my face that it is all nothing a piece of lie and garbage. “To the promises, I gave none of those are true.”

He blurted out, confused abd utterly perturbed. "Because you never keep to your promises." She stated firmly. "I told you before didn't I? I told you that promises as sacred and can never be broken but you always break them right after you make them to me, so I think that it will be of our best interest if you don't make any promises concerning this matter." "Serenity?" Andre called softly, willing her to look at him. "I promise and this time, I won't break them."

he said tenderly. Damn that tenderness that catches my heart on fire every damn time he uses it! “And if you break it, what then?” I ask curiously. “I never break my promises” he said solemnly. “Everyone breaks them at some point, even if they didn’t mean to” I said back immediately, thinking back to mom’s promise to stay with me until she’s very old and about a hundred years old. Something flashes behind his eyes, but he’s quick to cover it up before he says in a sweet tone “Come on Hope, I’ve already admired your courage and strong will so far, don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little dinner with me now”

Vincent hoped his ears were playing tricks on him. Cyrus crushed that hope, word by word. "You can't stay here. Take the payment I gave you and leave." As the words landed, tears streamed down Vincent's face. He clutched his hiking pack and staggered back two steps, collapsing into the corner like a frightened animal desperate for safety. "You promised you'd keep me!" he shouted. "You said it yourself!" "I did say that. And I can take it back." Cyrus shook his head, weariness faint but clear. "We're adults. You should know that verbal promises are the easiest things to break. That was true before. It's even more true now."

“Yeah, you’re right. I feel I did something to her, but I probably didn’t notice. She had this look of resent when she stared into my eyes. But she won’t even speak to me. How am I going to know what I did to her, and yes, she told me I’m not the only one allowed to break promises.” “What? Did you break a promise you made to her, recently?” Beatrice interrogated, with curiosity. “Well, not one that I know of. I swear, I didn’t break any promise. You of all people should know that I don’t break my promises.” “And Scarlet is supposed to know that too, if she truly trusts you. Look, if you want to hear my advice, I think it’s best for you to move on, and forget about her.”

"I translated it for myself because I needed to understand what it meant in my own language. And I want you to know that I have never heard anyone break a promise the way you just did. As if the breaking was not a failure. As if it was the only honest thing the promise had ever contained." She does not wait for me to answer. She steps through the chapel doorway and into the cold stone dark, and I follow her, and the ledger goes with us, and behind us the courtyard holds its formation in the dusk with three dead capos on the stones and a Don under guard in the residential wing and an oath broken twice at the same grave, once by the man who swore it and once by the woman who translated the bre

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.