Novel & Cerita Quotes About Emotional Scars

“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."

I SURVIVED Don't ever be ashamed of the scars life has left you with. A scars mean a hurt is over and the wound is close. It means you conquered the pain , learned a lesson, grew stronger and move forward. A scar is a tattoo of triumph to be proud of . 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 scars in your life disappear , but you can change the way you see them. You can start seeing your scars as a. Sign of strength and not of pain. ---

I was caught in a strange kind of madness, unable to escape. “Your scar is a sign of your past, just like mine,” he whispered. “But it's not a sign of weakness. It's a reminder of what you've been through, and how you've come out stronger on the other side. Never be ashamed of your scars - they make you who you are.” Finally, he brought his face to mine and I could see the dark, intense passion that flickered across them as he stared at me.

It was old, but the pain it must have caused was evident. "It must have hurt," I murmured, my fingers tracing the raised edges of the scar. His body tensed, a flicker of fear in his eyes. I just felt like I could connect with him so much after seeing this. His scar was physical, but my own scars, though invisible, ran just as deep. I bent my head, pressing a soft kiss against the scarred flesh, a silent apology for the pain he had endured.

Proof that the truth doesn’t always win out and really ambitious and resourceful people can get away with multiple attempts at m*rder. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about that. Scars are just something that stay with you forever. I do know that sometimes the ones that have silver in them will open up if I take a hit too hard, like they are fresh. I never understood that, they are a year old now, they shouldn’t still open up, but maybe that’s the silver, maybe I am too weak to heal from them properly. They are a reminder of one of the worst situations of my life, but at the same time, I am still here with them so they also show that I survived. I don’t know if I want them to go away, but

" When she finally looked at me, the dullness was almost gone and I became a bit relieved. “So now you know. That’s why I hide. That’s why I didn’t want to swim earlier, I’m not like other girls.” I reached out before she could curl back into herself again. My hand hovered above her scars, not touching, just close enough for her to feel the warmth of my palm. “Hazel, don’t say that. You’re not less, you’re more. My mom says that scars make us beautiful .” Her lips trembled again, and for once she didn’t have anything to argue about, she just simply smiled and I hope my words did a little healing. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I know this isn’t what you signed up for. Fake dating me wasn't sup

I lifted my gaze to him, demanding an answer for his actions. “Scars set you apart from everyone else. They don’t ruin your identity; they give you a unique identity. I will make you fall in love with everything about yourself like I do. I will kiss your scars so many times that when you see them — the first thing that comes to your mind is not the scar, but our memories they hold. I will leave my permanent marks in your mind — in your memories. So that before you say you love me, you can proudly say you love yourself more.”

"The scars on your face pain me to see, not because they are hideous, quite the opposite actually. They are a reminder to me that you were willing to sacrifice yourself as best as you could, to save my life. It pains me, because if I was strong enough, you wouldn't have had to do that. It angers me, because I hate that you did that for me. I also love them because it shows you care for me. Whether it is a platonic or, possibly, a romantic way, I don't care. Even if it's not because you care for me, but for others in general. I have treated you horribly and still, you risked everything for me and almost died in the process. But you didn't and you want to know why?" "Why?" "You. Are. A. Fighte

“You don’t get to choose your scars. You just learn to shoot through them.” “Sometimes the mind forgets to protect the soul. But those flashes? They’re real. Your brain just hasn’t caught up yet,” he added. 'You don’t get to choose your scars. You just learn to shoot through ‘em'. Those words echoed in her mind. Scarlet stepped back into position. This time, her hands didn’t tremble. with those words echoing in her mind continuously She aimed at the next dummy. Bang. Bang. Bang. The shots rang out, birds scattering into the dawn sky.