Novel & Cerita Lyrics Of Beautiful Scars

"Oh darling , when you say you see your scars in the mirror when you stare. I say, I see a warrior who fought her battles without fear. When you trace your skin and say it won't repair. I say a scarred tissue is stronger than a normal one without tear. And finally when you smile, to say you are are not like those beautiful girls anywhere. I smile to say my Scarred Beauty could never be compared." - suzangill ... Wear your battle scars, not as a flaw but an ornament. And see them shine even brighter than gold and diamonds. Mold your weaknesses into your strength, To become the best version of the scarred beauty of yourself.

i replied [Scars to your beautiful- Alessia cara] She just wants to be, beautiful She goes, unnoticed she knows, no limits She craves, attention she praises, an image She prays to be, sculpted by the sculptor Oh, she don't see, the light that's shining Deeper than the eyes can find it Maybe we have made her blind So she tries to cover up her pain And cut her woes away 'Cause covergirls don't cry After their face is made But there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful We're stars and we're beautiful

"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."

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

I choke out the last word, feeling the sting of fresh tears threatening to spill over again. Luna Allison surprises me with how quickly she snaps into action. Her grip tightens as she turns me to face her, her voice stern and unyielding. “No, you are not! I never want to hear you say that again, Zahra Larkin.” Her eyes bore into mine, full of fierce love and strength. “You are beautiful—inside and out. You’re the kindest, funniest, cleverest, and bravest girl I know. Those scars on your back? They show how strong you are. They don’t define you, and they sure as hell won’t limit you. They tell the world that you’re a survivor, Zahra.” Her words hit me hard, and for a moment, I’m just stunned

She replied sternly, "Let the guilt sink in, let the sadness overwhelm you." I craned my neck sharply and shot a glare at her, "You just love seeing people as miserable as you are, don't you, you bloody witch?" I snapped and finally mustered up the courage to stand up, "You want me to feel that grief that consumed you when you realised you would never have your beauty back!"

"Morning will come, it has no choice. I read that somewhere. You have to find the beauty of it because your brother and Zac wouldn't want us to stop or give up. Just because we move on with life doesn't mean they don't live in our hearts, it just means that something happened and we continue living because that's how life works." I smiled softly and nodded my head, "There are no happy endings. Endings are always sad but you have Zac a happy middle and happier start. From what you told me about you two, I can say you made him a very happy guy while he was here." Tiffany nodded, smiling tenderly.

Rosalina said "The scars between us will never fade but we have to reduce the pain and this is the only way," She said attaching their foreheads "Please understand my decision. I promise you things will get better for you. And if we see that it's not working out, then we can always come back right?" Rosalina said as the crying Jaxon nodded. "Then please let me do this..." Rosalina begged

His hair was hiding his eyes and she couldn't control it anymore She touched his hair lightly, she was sure he was asleep by now as he wasn't even moving. She gently pushed his hair out of his eyes, but before she could take a second to admire how beautiful he was, he opened his eyes. They were blue. Ice blue. They were beautiful. It was as if they held magic in them. They were attracting her towards him in a way that it was hard for her to oppose the force. It felt like those eyes held the most heartbreaking stories and scars. They were the eyes of a person who'd been through enough to last a lifetime.

Not even him. Because this is the end. And like everything else— The sweet beginnings don’t hurt. But the endings? They bleed. They leave ugly, jagged scars that don’t fade with time. They bury themselves deep in your bones and call it healing when really it’s just surviving. And this scar? This one? It’s shaped exactly like him. Right on my heart. Right where he always lived. Will it ever heal? His lips slow against mine. Softer now. Like a lullaby.