One act of betrayal can shatter a lifetime of trust.

It’s a poem, of our love, that doesn’t rhyme. A story, never meant to have, a happy end.

He looked at his watch and knew he had to get going. He wished he could spend forever staring at her, but he was not meant to have that much happiness; he never thought he deserved it. Not after spending centuries as he did.

He kissed and held her like it was the last time, but then again, he always did that, because there had always been that possibility of him losing her.

When the storm rips you to pieces, you have to decide how to put yourself back together again.

I know I’m the one who has shattered the perfection that was our souls as one.

Come on, it is a guest bedroom! If you want your guests to feel at home, they should be allowed to do whatever they do at home!

I, on the other hand, felt as I always have, like I were water seeping from a broken pot; I existed but had no form to hold me in place.

Unlike simple stress, trauma changes your view of your life and yourself. It shatters your most basic assumptions about yourself and your world — “Life is good,” “I’m safe,” “People are kind,” “I can trust others,” “The future is likely to be good” — and replaces them with feelings like “The world is dangerous,” “I can’t win,” “I can’t trust other people,” or “There’s no hope.

Even though on the outside we glittered like gold, inside we were almost as black as coal. Sometimes the glitter people saw was only the shattered pieces reflecting among the broken glass.

You shattered the remainder of my heart, yet you expect me to be okay with it day after day.