Quotes About Scars

If Elizabeth's brain was a person, it would have scars, tattoos, and be missing one eye.

He kissed her temple, nuzzling her skin, and murmured again that she was the most beautiful lass in the world. They weren't just words he offered. Platitudes he didn't mean. He cared not about the scar that marred her face. In his eyes, she was the most beautiful lass he'd ever known and nothing would change that. Not a scar. Not circumstances. She was his, and he didn't give one damn what others thought.

The echo of one of God's deepest truths: delight can emerge from and exist along with our scars.

I have scars. No one alive today doesn't. But Alex's scars have to be much deeper than mine.

I felt such a well of tenderness for this dear old body. Every piece of it proclaimed how tired it was, but it was lovely, too. Her history was written in it, in the stretch marks left by my father, in the surgery scar on her abdomen and the puckered burn scar on the inside of her left arm, in the simple toll of ninety years of fighting gravity.

People who come up through life or literature the hard way must inevitably carry their scars with them into composition.

My earliest childhood memories are just of me falling and getting injuries.

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.

There is no going back. There is no revival of our humans. There is no erasure of our horrors. No healing except of time and she is a vengeful mistress, leaving scars that are forever. But there also is no proof of foreknowledge, only of twenty-twenty hindsight. You guessed. You did not know. Knowing is only for God.

Nico was wrong. The Book of Fate isn't already written. It's written every day. Some scars never heal. Then again, some do.

We all have our scars and torment and ghosts. We all walk around and smile and pretend everything is okay. We are polite to strangers and share the road with them and stand in line at the supermarket and we manage to disguise the hurt and desperation. We work hard and make plans and more often than not, that all goes to hell.

Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.

Scares of my past were drawn out on my body, still four years later scares on me fading. Yet even now the pain is still deep within my eyes. Yet the thing I noticed is people who been through that fight themselves, know how it hurts and are empathetic. Knowing no two are the same, also understanding it's always valid to have it because we are human.

Innen tat noch leise etwas weh, aber es war ein verheißender Schmerz, glühend und doch so wie Wunden brennen, ehe sie für immer vernarben wollen.

Each scar's a cipher rimmed with old barbs and landmines, protecting its truth.

Time heals the wounds of the past, Apology, forgiveness, and acceptancedoes lighten the scars.

Reason why scars form is to show that man can survive his own stupidity Anastasius Focht talking to Phelan Kell on the Dire Wolf

Because his memory is so selective, he has no scars from prior experience," said Vinny.

I have seven scars from having moles removed. One was a melanoma, six were precancerous. Get your moles checked!

I've always believed that you shouldn't want to mend a broken heart, because that's someone you don't want to forget. Scars can be good.

If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, just remind me to show you the scars.

If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise Remind me to show you the scars

he knew damn well that no one could possibly love her as completely as he once had. Even the man he was today was incapable of that depth of emotion and connection. She'd killed the innocence in him that had made it possible to love a woman without any thought of self-preservation. He'd been wide open when she cut his heart out and scars had formed, creating a thick shield that he couldn't get past and no woman could get through.

There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart—— It really goes.