Quotes About Scars

Scars are just a treasure map of pain we've buried too deep to remember.

This is what it means to be human, Bex thought. We are all just canvases for our scars.

Scares are just a tresure map for pain you've buried too depp to remember.

Briuses my heal but scars are never forgotten.

Love is like falling down... in the end you're left hurt, scarred, and with a memory of it forever.

People say time heals all wounds... I say time heals wounds but scars are left to remind you what you have been through and survived!

We never forget our past, we only learn to live with the pain and scars. But those memories are always at the back of our mind, no matter how hard we try.

The greatest patience is to keep silent while your heart marked with thousand scars, and the greatest power is to smile while your eyes flooded with an ocean of tears.

People with physical scars try hiding them with clothing or a mask... people with emotional scars try hiding them with a smile or a laugh.

Look deep in my eyes, past all the lies. Past my act, past this disguise. Past the scars and past the tears, you will see only fear.

Julian once wrote that coincidences are the scars of fate. There are no coincidences, Daniel. We are puppets of our subconscious desires.

And on the sidewalks, after they've emerged from the stations, after being sandpapered by the jostling and scraping that a city like this does, all the lives they've hoarded, all the ghosts they've carried, all the inversions they've made for protection, all the scars and marks and records for recognition - the whole heterogeneous baggage falls out with each step on the pavement. There's so much spillage.

Look at what they do in a lifetime," she said. "These hands lit fires, cooked, wove a thousand blankets and carpets. They helped children into the world. When you are old," Hagar said, "look at your hands, Ish, and think of what they have done, good things and bad. Hands are like faces. Every scar a story

The scars from mental cruelty can be as deep and long-lasting as wounds from punches or slaps but are often not as obvious. In fact, even among women who have experienced violence from a partner, half or more report that the man's emotional abuse is what is causing them the greatest harm.

He was his usual philosophic self and tried very hard to explain to me that although life was stained with agony, this was necessary. That scars only concealed, and finally helped to reveal, an essential peace. He said that what we, who pass so swiftly, experience as songs of love or cries of pain are only overtones to a single note in a very much larger harmony.

We got out Jack, me and you. But it leaves scars. My scars draw me to kids like these . . . your scars draw you to people like your missing man. We know them because we're seconds away from being them.

All kindness goes out the window when you put a metal collar around the neck of another person. Those poor broken souls with the scars of bondage still showing didn't look as if they'd been overwhelmed with kindness.

When I putt, my emotions collide like tectonic plates. It's left my memory circuits full of scars that won't heal.

Odysseus, son of Laertes, the great traveller, prince of wiles and tricks and a thousand ways. He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.

The scars themselves I offered to wipe away. He shook his head. "How would I know myself?

I looked down at my body, bare in the fire's light, and tried to imagine it written over with its history: my palm with its lightning streak, my hand missing its fingers, the thousand cuts from my witch-work, the gristled furrows of my father's fire, the skin of my face like some half-melted taper. And those were only the things that had left marks. […] I was a golden witch, who had no past at all.

Odysseus, son of Laertes, the great traveler, prince of wiles and tricks and a thousand ways. He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.

He hadn't hit her in several years, but when you've been beaten you never forget it. The bruises go away but the scars remain, deep, hidden, raw. You stay beaten. It takes a real coward to beat a woman.

The bruises go away but the scars remain, deep, hidden, raw.