Joker Scars Quote Novels & Stories

He looked away after saying that. “What do you mean?” I asked, moving closer towards him. He summoned his courage and looked up at me, “It’s because I do not deserve you. You do not deserve a man like me, a man with scars.” “It’s okay to have scars,” I replied with conviction. “In fact, I love men with scars. People that have been hurt are better lovers. Moreover, the fact that they have scars means they have healed.” “Really? If they’ve been healed, why doesn’t the scar disappear?” Kelvin asked. I looked into his eyes, burning for him,

I coldly stared back at him and finally uttered the words I had held inside before dying, "I'll never forgive you for what you did to me, Devin." It felt as though my soul hadn't faded away just to unleash this last ounce of bitter resentment. And the moment the words left my mouth, the resentment shattered, and my soul finally felt light.

No matter how much he deserved it, I remembered my parents’ words about preparing for what was coming. The lyrics of Malarkey’s song asked: "Do you like the scars, and do they make the man? Do you want me wounded and stronger, head in the sand, fists up in defiance?" And I asked myself: What would happen to Nikko when he found out about me and his younger cousin? Would this be a scar that broke him or made him stronger? I kept listening to the deep voice of the singer and actor, showcasing one of his greatest talents, asking someone—maybe a lover—if they’d gone too far, if they’d lost their minds being left behind by time.

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."

Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel. That night, he held my hand and said, "Viola, put a bullet in me. If it makes you feel better, just do it." I saw the bloodshot veins in his eyes and my heart softened. Like a fool, I forgave him. The second scar is on my shoulder. Sofia “bravely” went to Gavin’s room to “help” him after he was drugged. When I walked in on them, he pushed her away. But the moment Sofia clutched her stomach and cried out in pain, he rushed to scoop her up, slamming me hard against the metal doorframe as he ran out.

Scar said wrapping her arm around Jasmine's shoulder as they left. ________________ Finally, the girls reached the tattoo store as Jasmine began to feel nervous, "What's wrong, girl, you look like you're ready to cap out," Scar said in a jokingly tone as Jasmine scoffed, "No, Scar, I'm just nervous," she said as Scar chuckled, "Don't worry, Jasmine, it's not as bad as you think, trust me," she reassured as Jasmine took a deep breath before nodding.

“How do you always manage to joke, even in adverse situations like these?” He smiled, “first, joking around might not lessen the suffering by any degree, but it gives us enough power to handle the pain and second, right now, I wasn’t joking. Not when my wife’s body had gone through so many beautiful changes…” He ogled from my neck to my abdomen. Over the three years, I had fought numerous times and got injured numerous times and so there were scars all over my body, “don’t mock my scars.” “I am not mocking your scars. I am admiring them. Because I don’t need a memory reading ability to know what you went through in these three years, your body — your scar speaks everything to me,” he said, t

He revels in it, his laughter echoin' through the room, fillin' the space with a twisted sense of joy. “Ya an asshole,” I mutter, unsure of what else to say, feelin' the weight of the situation pressin' down on me. “Oh, I’m hurt!” Joker exclaims, his hand flyin' up to his heart in mock agony. “Ouch,” he adds with an exaggerated pout, clearly enjoyin' every second of this. I roll my eyes at his theatrics. “I might need to tell my daughter ya bad for 'er,” he laughs.

"Knowing his strength, to cover the scar even though it's always there, however, to be impossible is for one to see his weakness as, not an adversary, but the cherry on top of his strength, to rearrange the scar so that it compliments his features." - Criss Jami

"Go on." "He was showing me his scar on his chest. The one he got from being shot. I'm scared Jake . . . I can't stop thinking about what Jones did. I've never felt more alone with what I'm dealing with mentally. I'll have to live with this for the rest of my life." I tell him, lifting my top up to show him the freshly dressed wound. "It felt so good to know he had gone through the same thing! That someone knows how I'm feeling. He gave me hope that I can also get through this."