Joker Scars Quote Novels & Stories

If he would say that it was his right, then that would be a lie. It was Liara who had suggested to him the night when she saw his scars for the first time by saying, 'Scars are beautiful when we see them as glorious reminders that we courageously survived. Don't allow your scars to hold you hostage. Don't allow them to make you live your life in fear. You can't make the scars in your life disappear, but you can change the way you see them. And if you will ask me, then you can get your body tattooed with beautiful art to change the way to look at your body.'

The scars on my wrists also fade. ‘What about the scars on your back?’ Talon says. I smile and shake my head. ‘These scars are part of who I am. These scars tell a story of how strong and courageous I am. These scars show everyone no matter what comes my way. I will never be defeated. These scars are reminders of someone I love and will never be forgotten. So, I will wear it proudly like the armour the scar has become.’ Talon smiles, nods and swiftly pulls me into his chest. We hug, laugh and kiss until Alpha Varan approaches.

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,

Jack could barely speak. "Why are you doing this?" He asked in a shaky voice. "Because I can’t take anymore of your insipid crying. Your boo hooing over some girl. I don’t remember being so pathetic in my life but I'm done with just listening." “Who are you? Why are you in my head? Why won't you leave me alone?” Jack asked. "I'm the Joker. J-O-K-E-R! Trust me sonny boy. I would leave if I could. As you can see, I can't."

"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.

“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