Quotes On Emotional Scars 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.'

I feel like there are so many new memories, great memories even, and yet I still find myself holding on to the awful memories. I suppose scars are never truly erased. The initial wound scabs over, and then you’re left with a scar that fades with time, but remains as a reminder of what you’ve gone through. “You can tell me I was awful, Rosalind. You can scream at me and get it all off your chest,” James squeezes my hand, “I’ll take it a hundred times over because I deserve it.” “That’s not the type of person I am.”

These questions need answers so we can reveal the hidden truths. Scars have a unique strength; they remind us of our struggles over time. Many say time heals all wounds, but I disagree. Scars are reminders of our journeys. Time may ease the pain a little, like a gentle touch, but the hurt stays underneath. Our minds try to keep us sane by covering this pain, making it less sharp but never completely getting rid of it. You might see me as a complex person made from love, but remember, every part of me comes from my deep affection for you.

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

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.”

"What are you doing? Do you want your face permanently scarred?" Her grip was tight, her eyes wide with concern. "You're not even thirty," she continued, her voice softening slightly. "Do you think scars will just vanish because your wolf healing is good? If you leave marks, you'll be howling about them for moon cycles." Tears pricked at my eyes, the double meaning of her words striking a painful chord within me. "I'm already marked by scars, aren't I?" I said, my voice cracking. The emotional wounds from Arthur's betrayal, the loss of our pups, the public humiliation I'd endured—these were scars that would never fully heal.

“Well of course they are. They’re all weird and puckered and even if they fade they don’t completely go away. They’re always there. A constant reminder of how much life sucked. And I know under these casts I’ve got even more new scars. I don’t know how you can possibly still find me attractive. I’m going to look like a poorly stitched rag doll…” Scott put down his plate and pulled Rayan into his lap, cradling him close. “Rayan, I love you. Including all your scars. Each one tells the story of how strong you are. They’re proof that you’ve overcome all the horrible things life has thrown at you, and survived.” “But I didn’t have any major-life-stuff scars before this?” “Rayan… I know you don’t

“It was my mother and grandmother who saved me. Ruff had slowed him down, poor sweet creature. And of course my father had been the one to end Cujola. If they had given up on me for even a moment, I wouldn’t be here. But thanks to all of them, I made it through. Now, I have this horribly ugly scar to remind me of what happened.” Kit looked down, pulling the sheet away where it covered part of the jagged line that ran down the length of his left side. “It’s not ugly to me,” she replied, bending to place her lips in several places along the path. “It’s a story—it tells what you have overcome.” She looked back into his eyes. “Don’t ever think any less of yourself because of it. Scars make us wh

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”

“These aren’t marks of shame. They’re proof you fought back. Proof you chose freedom over power.” “They’re ugly.” “They’re honest.” Alina traced one of the scars with her finger. “I have scars too. From childbirth. From battles. From the grey wolf that nearly killed me. They’re all ugly. And they’re all part of who I am.” “Do you wish they weren’t there?” “Sometimes. But they remind me I survived. That’s worth keeping.” Lena wanted to believe her. Wanted to see the scars as badges instead of failures. But she couldn’t. Not yet.