Quotes About Scar

I wondered if this was a sign that, whatever happened this summer, I'd be the one with a scar.

I wondered if this was a sign that, whatever happened this summer, I'd be the one with a scar.

First cuts are deepest

Aingeal , there is only one thing on my body that's ten inches long, and if you'll recall, the scar is no' it.

As a scar commemorates what happened, so is memory but itself a scar.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

Should you reach your queen, give her a message from the slaves of Old Volantis." She touched the faded scar upon her wrinkled cheek, where her tears had been cut away. "Tell her we are waiting. Tell her to come soon.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and but heal to wear That which disfigures it.

Over time, the ghosts of things that happened start to turn distant; once they've cut you a couple of million times, their edges blunt on your scar tissue, they wear thin. The ones that slice like razors forever are the ghosts of things that never got the chance to happen.

She peered up at the red spatter on the ceiling—as though she needed reminders—and lifted a hand to her forehead, pressing a finger against the scar. "You can't even please yourself; how can you please a lover, Zoe?" Chris was right about that. But absolving him wasn't an

After a moment, she felt Tornac pull her sleeve back down, and he said, That... is a very impressive scar. You should be proud of it. Confused, she looked back at him. Why? It's ugly, and I hate it. A faint smile played around the corners of his lips. Because a scar means you survived. It means you're tough and hard to kill. It means you lived. A scar is something to admire.

One would have called it a luminous wound.

On the face of this aged queen of our cathedrals, by the side of a wrinkle, one always finds a scar. Tempus edax, homo edacior*; which I should be glad to translate thus: time is blind, man is stupid.      *  Time is a devourer; man, more so.

It would always be a part of her, a scar on her soul, but like all scars, it faded in time from a bright and burning red to a slim, silvery line that could only sometimes be seen.

Simon was looking at Jace as if he were both fascinating and also a little alarming. 'Did I--did we ever--did I bite you?' Jace touched the scar on his throat. 'I can't believe you remember that.' 'Did we...roll around on the bottom of a boat?' 'Yes you bit me, yes, I kind of liked it, yes, let's not talk about it again,' said Jace. 'You're not a vampire anymore. Focus.

This Comanche cannot change his face. She touched the scar that slashed his cheek, the lifeless lips that had so frequently whispered comfort to her. If her face was carved on his heart, his was carved on her soul.

Every wound is a word.

Ceasing to believe caused a permanent scar in the place where one's faith had been, making it impossible to forget.

I see a man," she said softly. "A man with the roar of cannons still ringing in his ears. A man bloodied by life, but not beaten. A man with a scar that draws his mouth into a frown when he might actually long to smile.

After a night of poison, your brain wakes up in the morning saying, No, I don't give a shit who introduced the sweet potato into North America. The damage that you have inflicted heals over, and the scarred places left behind have unusual surface areas, roughnesses enough to become the nodes around which wisdom weaves its fibrils.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

The man with the handlebar mustache had a scar that dug from his lip to the middle of his cheek, as if he'd wriggled free from a fisherman's hook.