Joker Scars Quote Novels & Stories

I was caught in a strange kind of madness, unable to escape. “Your scar is a sign of your past, just like mine,” he whispered. “But it's not a sign of weakness. It's a reminder of what you've been through, and how you've come out stronger on the other side. Never be ashamed of your scars - they make you who you are.” Finally, he brought his face to mine and I could see the dark, intense passion that flickered across them as he stared at me.

"It doesn’t matter. Men always have scars!" But Jocelyn was still sorry for him. "This scar is so deep that it’s unlikely to fade!" Looking into her eyes, which were full of sadness, he couldn't help giving a chuckle and hugging her. "It doesn’t matter. I’m delighted as long as both of us remember that the scar on my palm is the proof of my love for you!" Jocelyn glanced up at Skyler with red eyes, as she was moved.

I wasn’t sure. "My papa used to say scars represent our past. Scars make us strong and powerful." A small smile played on her lips as she spoke. “He said if you see someone with scars, don’t underestimate them.” I swallowed, watching her intently. A comfortable numbness spread through my chest. "You're a good man sometimes… boss," she mumbled, her eyes searching mine. My brows furrowed. “Don’t judge me quickly, Iris,” I warned, my voice low. “Words can’t be taken back.”

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

Enough for me to feel their breath on my face. My bandages were loose now. They itched a little less. “Heh, he's out col…” I struck. Two quick jabs — one for each of them. "Fuck!" Joker shouted, stumbling back. Spear Guy cursed and drew back, wobbling. "What the hell did you do?" I still had two needles tucked into my bandages, and that's why they itched against the chains. Thin. Dipped in that same lovely poison used on Ryanna.

It burns like shit. “If you’re good, the Doc will give you a lollipop when he’s done,” Jackson snickers. I’m starting to think up ways to kill him. But he leans over, inspecting the cut on my brow. “Oh, now your perfectly handsome face is ruined. But don’t worry, chicks dick scars.” I look at an old scar above his right eye and sigh. I can’t, right now, remember the event that caused that one — he’s been hurt so many times.

I am madly in love with you. The Joker On Halloween.

I wasn’t scared of that creature. “You remember this?” He asked as he pointed at the scar on his face. It went from the top of his right eye to his left cheek. The scar I had given him. I remained silent. He laughed and then stopped abruptly. Sick man. “You had the last turn remember? I still haven’t gotten my turn yet. But I’m going to get it,” he said. “Get. Out. Of. My. Way," I said, breaking my words so it would get into his head that I wasn't intimidated by him.

he kissed the side of my head, "Just fucking look at yourself..." And I did and instinctively I again touched the scar on my stomach, "I don't like it..." He placed a kiss on my cheek, "You should like them because they are as beautiful as you are..." I snorted, "You are probably saying that just so I won't ask for a divorce." "Nikolai..." he breathed out. I looked to my side, "What?" "These scars show who you are." I laughed humorlessly, "And who am I?"

"You act like you've got it all figured out, like nothing or no one can touch you or faze you, but I don't believe that. No one becomes like that without scars, and I know there's more to you than meets the eye." For a moment, I thought he might snap at me and get mad. Instead, he looked away, his expression hardened. "Scars don't matter, none of that matters. What matters is that you keep going ". "Is that a life then? The scars shape and leave marks, whether you want them to or not, it's not avoided", I pressed gently. Ivan shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Why are you smiling?" I inquired.