Best 278 quotes in «scars quotes» category

Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars

No matter how long it takes to heal...we share the same scars...

One cannot fight for so long without the scars building on one's soul.

Our past has a funny way of becoming part of who we are in the future, and I think that’s the way it’s meant to be. Without the scars, without the pain, we wouldn’t be able to appreciate the times when everything is magical — the days when life is absolute bliss.

One can cut the body, and it will heal - but do it over and over again in the same spot, and you will scar. The soul cannot be so different.

One should show one's scars, not hide them.

Our scars are like the rings in a tree trunk, showing its progress through life. How we heal and move forward through adversity . . . that is what makes the difference.

Our scars make us who we are. Some scars are just deeper than others.

One solitary tear crept through the scars of his face, through the diagrams of constellations and the incised maps of influence and dominion. A liquid without a name, it being made of so many emotions and conflicts, each cancelling the other out until only salt and gravity filled the moment and moved down through his expression.

Only the moon's smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness

On the girl’s brown legs there were many small white scars. I was thinking, Do those scars cover the whole of you, like the stars and moons on your dress? I thought that would be pretty too, and I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. But you and I, we must make an agreement to defy them. We must see all scars a s beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, ‘I survived’. In a few breaths’ time I will speak some sad words to you. But you must hear them as we have agreed to see scars now. Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means the storyteller is alive. The next thing you know, something fine will happen to her, something marvellous, and then she will turn round and smile.

Our scars make us who we are. Wear them proudly, and move forward.

Pain heals. Chicks dig scars. Glory lasts forever.

Pain whispers through silent words entombed in scars shyly palpable in fleeting glimpses briefly allowed

Please don't trouble yourself with my scars. At least not right now, OK?

Peter was struck by the scar’s essential nature: it was not a disfigurement, it was a miracle. All the scars ever suffered by anyone in the whole of human history were not suffering but triumph: triumph against decay, triumph against death.

Pectoral implants? My God! The man's had a boob job!

People say that scars are the sign of victory; the winning marks against what broke them. But how about the wound that never heals? What would that make you? A winner, a loser, a survivor?

Please let him look. I didn't need to hide from someone courting oblivion as ardently as I am.

...real childhood scars heal, but not when band-aids replace self-reflection.

Quando gli ematomi si fossero riassorbiti e l'artigliata di Freya si fosse trasformata in cicatrice, Ofelia avrebbe rivisto il viso che conosceva. Lo sguardo però, non sarebbe più stato come prima. A forza di vedere illusioni aveva perso le proprie, e andava bene così. Quando le illusioni spariscono rimane solo la verità.

Scars we have today are the constant reminder of our past. They are our auto energizer in our journey toward the future. No need to fear the scars.

,,Scars are beautiful, Lily.They show who you are, your strength, they tell you story. But more than anything, they show that you are a survivor , no matter how you got it.

Scars are proof you have lived life.

Scars are the key to power. Scars are the map of beauty... Each of us is the sum of our scars.

Scars a testament to your bravery, not a symbol of weakness or inferiority.

Scars mean you fought. Wrinkles mean you lived. Heartache means you loved.

Scars speak for you. They say you're strong, and you've survived something that might have killed others.

Scarred was better than dead, so Neil figured he'd get over the stares eventually.

Scars are good. Right, Helmud? It's the body's way of making armour.

Scars can mark you for greatness.

Scar tissue does more than flaunt its strength by chronicling the assaults it has withstood. Scar tissue is new growth. And it is tougher than skin innocent of the blade.

Scar tissue — it’s a new layer of tender skin, lightly covering the wound. Still a vulnerable spot, the slightest little knock might tear the skin so it bleeds and the remembered ache from the old wound intensifies the pain from the latest blow.

Scars are an affirmation of living.

Scars are proof that you struggled, fought, and survived.

Scars are simply modern battle wounds. Sometimes the enemy happens to be inside us.

Scars are the evidence that wounds can heal. That wounds don't last forever. That healing is possible.

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real. The events that cause them can never be forgotten, can they?

Secrets are like scars. The cut may no longer be there, but the scar’s white line tells a story. Unless you share it, it’s like you’re hiding a part of yourself the whole world can already see. They may not know the how or the why, but they see it just the same.

Seeing those scars, those marks that he most definitely had never asked for, I had to wonder how he felt about being permanently marked up against his will.

Scars are not signs of weakness, they are signs of survival and endurance.

Scars are something of a body’s memoir.

Scars are the tattoos your despondence carved once...

Scars heal,” Sylvie said. “Even the worst ones.

She doesn't know how easy it is to leave scars, how sometimes just a tiny brown oval will remain, but whenever you look at it you know why it's there.

She had no scars to show for her happiness except her laughter lines

She wore her battle scars like wings, looking at her you would never know that once upon a time she forgot how to fly

She kisses the shit out of me and I didn't care what I looked like after that.

She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.

She is so soft with the scars But it's time for her to bloom To grow To stay in the light Though she is homesick for someone Who is so far away