Quotes About Emotional Scars Novels & Stories

She had grown into a breathtaking woman, more stunning than even he could have imagined her. And he had done just that. For years after he did what he did, he had kept away from her, while simultaneously fighting the urge to see her again. Curiosity was a painful thing to endure, and he kept wondering what she would look like now, and whether anything would change over the years. Time healed all wounds, and he had hoped that the scar he left on her would have healed by then. Wounds heal, but scars remain with us for life. "Look at you," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "You look even more beautiful than I remember."

“Sorry, I get nervous.” “It’s okay, darling. I know you can’t help it.” She takes my arms and turns them over. “Now, what happened here?” “I… I was in a really dark place and I lost hope.” Admitting to what I did, without actually saying it. She runs her thumb lightly over my scar, then looks at me solemnly. “You know, Zara. In our pack, scars are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of strength. It means you survived something your wolf couldn’t help you through. So, who helped you through this?”

The physical pain was bearable, but the emotional scars ran deep. ******************************

I discovered that she occasionally simply needed time to gather her thoughts. At last, she paused close to the fountain, staring at the flowing water. Do you ever question whether we're simply too damaged to be fixed? Her question was hardly audible above a whisper. I responded without hesitation, "No." Startled, she turned to face me. I went on to say, "I think we've been through hell, but that doesn't mean we're broken." It simply indicates that we are scarred. And, Cath, scars aren't horrible. They serve as evidence that we lived.

With that thought, it didn't look so bad anymore. It was just a matter of time, they will all heal. Besides my physical scars were nothing compared to the emotional scars I am living with. Even those scars, those nightmares that I thought were a part of me were starting to fade. These scars represent my journey, my battles and they were proof that I survived them. I am beautiful inside and out and wouldn't let some scars define me. **

Ann replied. “ I became your friend before she became your acquaintance, so you should definitely take mine too” Richard said. “Although you bullied me into becoming friends with you, I guess I could take yours too” Ann smirked. “ Wow, I hope you haven't forgotten who you are speaking to” Richard said. “ How can I forget a friend?” Ann said with sarcasm. “ Why do I get this scary feeling that I just walked into a sinking sand?” Richard said faking a shiver.

Maybe because I don’t know what else to say. Maria lets out a quiet laugh. It’s not amused. It’s empty. “Scars don’t fade,” she says. Her voice is calm. Too calm. “The marks might clear from my skin… but not from inside.” She looks at me then. Not fully. Not directly. Just enough. “Not with the pain that was inflicted,” she adds quietly. “The scars can never be erased from one’s memory.” Something in my chest breaks a little. I don’t know what to say to that.

To the scars themselves, my lips delivered a tender message of acceptance, acknowledging the pain they represented while also honoring the resilience they embodied. Each scar was kissed with the reverence one might afford sacred text, a testament to her endurance and fortitude. They were not ugly reminders of a cruel past, but badges of incredible strength, of a spirit that refused to be broken. The air around us became heavy with emotion, every breath filled with the weight of what we were sharing. It was a moment of profound intimacy, of shared pain and mutual understanding. Words were unnecessary, our actions speaking volumes about the depth of our connection. And as I continued to kiss h

Clara There is a certain fear that comes with having your heart broken. The fear of loving again. I've already talked about scars , but the invisible wound that takes the longest time to heal is that of a blue and black heart that is torn apart . You don't pay attention to the wound instead you pretend your bruised but not broken. You treat the symptom and not the cause, and when you finally treat the cause you find out you've caused more damage by not dealing with the cut or wound sooner.

Scars turned his eyes in her direction. “Those scars… they represent your courage and selflessness for running into flames without a second of thought about yourself. They represent you facing down your own terror of fire, and not just facing it down, but kicking it smack in the balls, like the warrior that you are. But most of all, they represent my daughter, my sweet, amazing girl who is still with me, who will come home with me, because of you.” Her voice thickened, and her eyes stung with tears. “They represent her, so trust me when I say that your scars will never be anything but beautiful to me. I’m promising you, Scars – that’s all I’ll see and think when I look at them. Your actions