Quotes On Emotional Scars Novels & Stories

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

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

What if I have to carry the reminder of my time with that monster forever. I hadn’t realized that Liam had stopped brushing my hair until he gently takes hold of my chin and turns my face to look at him. “Scars are nothing more than proof that you are stronger than you know. They show that you have lived through difficult times but you’re still here, still fighting. Don’t be ashamed of your scars. You should wear them proudly. Not many could have survived what you did.” I nod my head at him and go back to washing as he continues to brush out my hair. The water begins to cool and he starts to let it out, turning on the faucet and adding more hot water as the cooler water runs out of the tub,

I inquired "I have a scar and I don’t mind having it." "Well, that’s because yours is on your palm and no one sees it." "I don’t care if people see it or not and I think you shouldn’t care either. Maybe if you don’t see it as a scar you won’t care anymore." "Yeah right." I scoffed "I’m serious. Why don’t you try seeing it as something different." "Like what?" He takes a step closer to me "I don’t know, maybe as an experience for instance, or a memory." He suggested

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.

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

He shook his head. She decided to shove his comment aside and went for the question that have been burning her lips. "Where did you get the scars?" He paused midway, when he was getting ready to shove the spoon in his mouth. He lowered the spoon and fixed her. "Behind every scar there is pain." He simply said. "You haven't explained how." She said. "Pain. I got them through pain. I bet you don't have a cut do you?" He asked. She brought her hands to her lap shyly. "I'll have scares once I'm healed." She boast.

What if I have to carry the reminder of my time with that monster forever. I hadn’t realized that Liam had stopped brushing my hair until he gently takes hold of my chin and turns my face to look at him. “Scars are nothing more than proof that you are stronger than you know. They show that you have lived through difficult times but you’re still here, still fighting. Don’t be ashamed of your scars. You should wear them proudly. Not many could have survived what you did.” I nod my head at him and go back to washing as he continues to brush out my hair. The water begins to cool and he starts to let it out, turning on the faucet and adding more hot water as the cooler water runs out of the tub,

They were not just marks on his skin; they were emblems of resilience and courage. In those scars, Deep found a unique kind of beauty—a beauty that stemmed not from flawlessness, but from the stories they held. They were reminders of his inner strength, a constant reminder of his ability to endure and emerge stronger. As he sat there, he felt a surge of gratitude for these marks that adorned his skin. They weren't something to hide or be ashamed of; they were badges of honor, a silent testament to the challenges he had faced and conquered. With a newfound appreciation for his scars, Deep felt a sense of empowerment. They weren't just physical remnants of past wounds; they were symbols of his

Damien chuckled a bit. “Nobody cares about your scars, mate. With or without them, you are beautiful inside and out. Scars are not signs of weakness; instead, they are a sign that you survived something horrific. I don’t know what happened in the Midnight Pack, but I am sure you would have died, but here you are, alive with only scars to show what you went through,” he said, and I kept quiet.