Quotes On Trust Broken In Relationship Novels & Stories

She didn't want to leave Sandy at any time. "Layla is a nice girl. His father is my friend." John added while Layla was too happy to react. Rose walked to their side like a corpse. "Roselyn dear, don't waste your life and time. I know it's not your fault, it's also not his fault. But a relationship once broken can never have the same trust again" John's single line advice was hell enough for Rose to cry more. She didn't expect this at all. Sandy didn't even say a word as he stood there still.

“Mona, stop this nonsense. Sorry won’t fix it back.” “Exactly!” I snapped, rising slowly to my feet. My voice grew louder, deeper, bitter with hurt. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything. So mind what you think and say with your mouth before you throw it like a knife. Words cut deeper than glass, Tricia. You see this cup? It will never be whole again. Just like friendships, just like trust, once broken, it will never be the same again.” Tricia froze, her eyes wide. I wiped my tears roughly with the back of my hand, grabbed the plates, and turned to her one last time. “I’ll let this slide tonight. But next time, Tricia…” My voice dropped low, sharp as ice. “…I may not.”

Kim cautioned. "Trust is the most valuable and fragile thing in a relationship. Once it's broken, it's never the same." Sam cried. "Let's just calm down and wait until you've both had time to talk. It's too fresh right now." Raine replied. "No. It's over. I can never trust him again. I think he still loves her. My god, he even had a boner for her." Sam replied in disgust. "Hun that's just a male thing. It don't mean anything." Kim explained.

I can see how broken he is. There's so much pain in his eyes. His hand is shaking as he gets the glass from my hand. "Giovanni," I called him. "D-Don't tell me to stop crying. The pain is so unbearable," he said as he closed his eyes. He dropped the glass to the floor and it breaks. I immediately pick up the portions of the broken glass. "Just like these pieces, they are like trust. It is broken and you can't unbreak it," he spoke out.

My own wife was uncomfortable around me. “Do you trust me?” A maddening silence spread across the space. “I want you to trust me—I’ll never hurt you.” Freya leaned back in her seat and stared out the window. Her eyes softened with an emotion I didn’t understand. “Can you at least try—to trust me?” I wanted her to say yes. Even though I knew Freya’s trust was a virtue I didn’t deserve. But I wanted to earn it. “Trust…” Freya said, keeping her eyes upward toward the sky. “Trust is a virtue that comes naturally, but once broken, it can never be restored.”

She tossed and turned at night, thinking about what had happened at her work. She knew what was happening but she didn't want to believe it. Same as seeing that your partner is cheating on you then you say no I don't believe this I still want to see more then I will. One problem about Candice was that she trusted people so much yet it doesn't have to be that way. The only issue with trusting, like one author says " TRUST IS LIKE A GLASS, ONCE BROKEN IT CANNOT BE FIXED". Trust, belief, disappointments, pain and hurt have taught humans not to trust so much, even if we decide to, the space for disappointment has got to be there.

Not even something as thoroughly devastating as the betrayal of a mate bond. “On the other hand,” I continued after she nodded at me to go on, “love and trust aren’t always a marriage made in heaven. Finn broke my trust in ways that I”m not sure can ever fully be repaired. And I can’t share my soul with someone I can’t trust. Now that I know he’s mine, a life without him seems unlivable. But a life with the constant fear of betrayal is equally unacceptable.”

Our relationship, fragile as it was, teetered on the edge, and I could feel it slipping through my fingers. “What… what am I supposed to do, Thorne?” I shouted, my voice cracking. “I keep… destroying us! But what’s a relationship without trust?” My chest heaved. “We’re married! For God’s sake! I trusted you… even with Marcella, even after everything, and you… you can’t seem to trust me!” His eyes widened. “Maybe you’ll lose me if you keep acting like this! Maybe… maybe I’m done waiting for you to decide if you’ll believe me!”

Trust is a fragile and precious bond that connects hearts and minds in an embrace of security and serenity. It's like delicate porcelain, carefully crafted over time, yet so easy to shatter. When trust is broken, it's as if the ground gives way beneath our feet, leaving us in an abyss of disillusionment and pain.

He stopped kissing me as he moved behind me to take a picture frame in his hands. When he showed it to me I grabbed it from his hands. Inside of it wasn't a picture but a text of an old teared-up magazine. "Trust is like a bridge that connects people, once that bridge is broken, it takes a lot of bricks to repare it. It requires commitment, not just empty words." My mother used to say that, even more so I had this in my old room. "You took this?" I asked. "And you kept it all these years?" He lifted my chin to meet his eyes.