Quotes About Scar

Ada girl, adored girl, [...] I'm a radiant void. I'm convalescing after a long and dreadful illness. You cried over my unseemly scar, but now life is going to be nothing but love and laughter, and corn in cans. I cannot brood over broken hearts, mine is too recently mended.

el veneno estaba en la herida y la herida permaneció siempre abierta

the poison was in the wound, and the wound remained ever open..

I would not willingly peel back the scar tissue protecting the deepest chambers of my heart and reveal the bruised hollows pooled with the blood of old wounds – the terror comes just thinking about it – but now, facing darkness I am left with no choice. I love you, and because of that am going to try and raise the dead. – Louise Bell Closson, How It Ends

A scar is a memory from the scrapbook your body is keeping about you.

He was not the biggest man in the bar, but the look in his eyes was as hard as ice. It didn't invite greeting. As he walked, he brought his fingertips up to the scar on his left cheek and absentmindedly traced its length.

To learn by heart is to learn By hurt—grief inscribing Its wisdom in the soft tissue. Song you sing, poem you are— Finger moving, precise As a phonograph needle, Along the groove of scar.

It is the narrow, hidden tracks that lead back to our lost homeland, what contains the solution to the last mysteries is not the ugly scar that life's rasp leaves on us, but the fine, almost invisible writing that is engraved on our body.

The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfilment of that hope never entirely removes.

The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.

It was on those trips that I learned to respect and love the shortcomings of the city as one might respect and love a scar on the body of a loved one

Water)... no matter how wide or deep you cut it...it has no memory. No scar... it's all future, no past.

Now don't you understand man universal law What you throw out comes back to you, star Never underestimate those who you scar Cause karma, karma, karma comes back to you hard

I don't have to wonder where he he, what he's doing, or who. I don't have to worry about all the ways he'll scar my son. I don't have to watch myself give in again and again, audience to my own relentless weakness. I thought if he were gone I wouldn't hate myself so much, which isn't true, as it turns out, but still his absence is as close as I can get to freedom. There's a certain clearheadedness now, there's a kind of lonely clarity--

We have this idea of perfection that is so unrealistic. We are our own worst enemy. No one is noticing that little scar.

I covered the scar with concealer every day because I wanted my body to be a flawless figurine, but this blemish would be with me forever.

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." –Chuck Palahniuk Famed

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." –Chuck Palahniuk Famed American author, best known for Fight Club

I understood, later, that the explosive vibratory power in speech could be wisely directed to free one's life from difficulties, and thus operate without scar or rebuke.12

that the explosive vibratory power in speech could be wisely directed to free one's life from difficulties and thus operate without scar or rebuke.12

words for doing harm. I have always remembered her counsel and followed it. My boil was surgically treated. A noticeable scar, left by the doctor's incision, is present today. On my right forearm is a constant reminder of the power in man's sheer word.

I have walked by stalls in the market-place where books, dog-eared and faded from their purple, have burst with a white hosanna. I have seen people crowned with a double crown, holding in either hand the crook and flail, the power and the glory. I have understood how the scar be­comes a star, I have felt the flake of fire fall, miraculous and pentecostal. My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are grey faces that peer over my shoulder.

You have cut yourself a shape on the air, which may be My scar.

This girl had been looking on with her hair hanging over her face, only partly hiding a cruel-looking scar; her eyes shone with hatred. Not necessarily hatred of your father or of puppets or the other children, but a hatred of make-believe, which did not heal, but was only useful to the people who didn't need it.