So long there are women around, a cheater will cheat against his promise.

Trust, is the stone thrown into the sea, sinking deep in all its murkiness, unable to see what it once lived and believed to be a promise.

I'd rather have names to hurt me, than my bones broken with sticks and stones.

One can talk good and shower down roses, but it's the receiver that has to walk through the thorns, and all its false expectations.

Broken vows are like broken mirrors. They leave those who held to them bleeding and staring at fractured images of themselves. (pg. 161)

Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered and counted the he loves me, he loves me not of each petal, where the lifeless dust had settle.