Quotes About Emotional Scars Novels & Stories

she said, her eyes tracing my upper body and I had trouble reading her expression because she didn’t seem unsettled by my half-dressed state. “Everyone has scars, some are skin deep while others reach beyond that.” “Soul deep,” she whispered. “Are you referring to yourself?” She watched me mop up the blood and brushed the shards into the dustpan then smiled strangely up at me. “I don’t think my scars will ever fade.” “They don’t need to fade.” I grabbed her hand and touched it to the scar above my bellybutton and her fingertips fluttered over my skin, her eyes wide with shock. “A knife went in there. The wound wouldn’t heal for a long time. For a moment, I was sure it wouldn’t heal at all, h

Ethan ran his hand through his hair frustratedly, “Lisa that shouldn't do anything to us,I love you I assure you I will never allow you to ever get hurt again” Scar stared at him in disbelief, “Do you know what you are asking of me,to forget everything come back even if I were a robot and could somehow erase my memory,what about the scars hmmm” She asked moving closer to him. “What about the scars” She yelled,the pain in her heart was greater than the one in her body. “Lisa I told you I don't care about the scars I love you,I don't even see it,you are God damn gorgeous,I see you for you,and everyone does also,we are all solidly behind you”

He could see the depth of her hurt and the struggle she faced, not just with the physical scars, but with the emotional ones they represented. Cassian tightened his embrace, his voice soothing as he spoke. "We don't forget those scars, but we don't think about them constantly. I'm standing here as an example. When I lost my face and voice, it was all I could think about. But after my surgery, things changed. I haven't forgotten those painful days, but they are buried deep inside me. Sometimes something will trigger a memory, but most of the time, they don't linger in my mind." His eyes filled with understanding and empathy. "The scars are a part of us, but they don't have to define our prese

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?"

I don’t know the reason why he’s being like that. My mother always taught me to not let my emotions get ahead of me especially when I don’t know his side of story. I’m so… bad. My shock slowly melted into an understanding one. I can see a big wound in Gavin’s shoulder, but not only that. There are a LOT of scars. As if it was a natural part of his body. Some of it are so little as if it was round or what... They said scars signified the pain you have experienced. But he has a lot of them, a whole lot. I am in pain before but I am lucky that t didn't become scars in my skin...

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.'

she said, glancing at me, “if you could heal someone that is close to death… maybe you can fix scars too.” The room quieted just a little. I followed her gaze and realized what she was talking about. My scar. The old burn mark that curved down from the corner of my jaw to my neck—a part of my past I had tried to hide but couldn’t erase. I instinctively reached up, fingers brushing the edge of it. I hated that thing. I hated what it reminded me of. Rachael tilted her head. “I’m just saying… wouldn’t it be kind of amazing if you could heal yourself too?”

"Entrepreneurs face challenges every day. Your reluctance suggests..." "Suggests what?" I snapped, my defenses rising. "That you still have feelings you haven't resolved." "That's ridiculous!" My reaction was immediate and fierce. "I don't have any lingering feelings for Aaron Steel!" Derek smiled knowingly. "Such a strong reaction. I was right, wasn't I?" My annoyance grew as he continued probing like a therapist dissecting a patient. "Emotional wounds are like physical ones," Derek said philosophically. "A healed scar doesn't hurt unless someone beats it repeatedly."

“I felt like a monster that broke my mum’s beautiful marriage though she never blamed me” She held my lips with her right hand. “You are not,” she whispered, shaking her head. Our eyes locked. “Neither do you, Miss Glasses. Believe me,” I responded sharply. She quietly removed her hand from my mouth and looked away to the window. “My mum always told me, back when I was ashamed of the scar, that our scars make us beautiful and different,” I snapped. “They show that we can overcome anything—if we accept them and flaunt them the way we like.”

"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."