Quotes On Emotional Scars Novels & Stories

Betrayal like that cuts a wound deeper than skin. "Why are you suddenly being like this?" I asked, reaching up to touch his face. He was too close, too intense, like his presence alone could unravel me. He wrapped my hand in his, his eyes burning as he gazed down at the scars on my wrist. My heart beat faster. "They believe that people are born again with their scars," he whispered.

“Because it’s easier to wrap all that fear and guilt into one body and say, ‘See? It worked,’ than to sit with what they actually did and lost.” “But that’s not your burden to carry,” Lucian said. Kiren looked like he disagreed violently, but he didn’t open his mouth again. Perhaps self‑preservation wasn’t completely dead in him. Rin let out a breath that shook a little. “Somebody should put that on a wall,” she said. “Maybe then they’d stop petting my scar like it’s a charm.” Mara perked up. “I can carve something tasteful,” she offered. “Right over the main doors. ‘Rin Is Not Your Emotional Support Miracle.’”

I inhaled sharply, and my lips parted as I slowly exhaled. "This one is a reminder, Evangeline. The reminder that when people tried to break you; when they thought of you as a weak person and thought they could just end you with a single measly bullet; they failed. They are the ones cold, six feet under the ground and here you are, still standing, still beautiful, still strong," he whispered all the while looking into my eyes through the mirror, his lips slowly moved against my earlobe. His hand caressed the scar while the other rested over my waist, "Wear your scars with pride, Vita mia, they show who you are and the thought makes me even crazier for you. You're not a princess, you're my wa

"Hell no! You aren't doing this. You are not going to sacrifice your happiness for your selfish twin."Maddie said, pointing an accusing finger my way. "You don't get to decide for me Maddie and don't you call my sister selfish. I know Emily has her reasons" I said that so unsure. Maddie only shook her head at the verge of tears. I felt terrible for lashing out on her. She isn't at fault nobody is at fault.

“Gosh, you're about to get your heart broken if you don't stop those crazy feelings of yours” “Scar my feelings are not crazy, it's not like I'm going to walk up to the Alpha and tell him I like him” “It's better you didn't cause you'll get your hope shattered” “Damn you're so annoying Scar” “Trust me you're more annoying, don't say I didn't warn you cause soon you'll get your heart broken and come cry to me, I won't comfort you” I rolled my eyes at her sarcastic words can't believe she's already wishing me bad, typical Scar

“He’ll have scars for the rest of his life. But he’ll heal, Castiel. He’s a strong man. He’s made it through worse.” I felt something in me snap, something deep inside me breaking open as I let out a long sigh. I could feel the emotion pooling in my throat, threatening to spill over, but I held it back, my eyes brimming with tears that I refused to let fall. “Scars don’t matter,” I said, my voice steady but heavy with all the things I couldn’t quite say. “As long as he’s alive, as long as he’s well... that’s all I care about. I don’t care about the scars.”

Nikolai “Y ou’re nothing but a big bully.” The words reverberate around in my brain like an echo. I thought I had killed that motherfucker, but it is not dead. The past can never die. It lies down quietly in a dark well of sorrow, and when you least expect, it jumps out at you. After all these years. The scars have outwardly healed, but the ugliness underneath remains as vivid as yesterday. I turn away from her quickly. I don’t want her to see. Not her. I’m already too exposed. Too vulnerable.

Then when I was done, I simply said, “I hate looking at my scars and I don’t want anyone else to see them either. So, I stay covered.” Mel swam up to me. “You know what I think, Iva?” “That I’m pathetic?” She looked at me like I was crazy. “No. I think you are still letting your family control you. All of us have scars in some fashion or another. They are not who you are though. Plus, it shows how strong you are. You survived some serious and heavy shit. I’d wear those scars with pride. Not hide them away.” Sable came into the pool. She showed me her several scars. “This one here…this one is the most important one. Jaxon gave me this one. It’s how we met.”

It was time for them to begin their journey to the North. She was grateful to have Nick by her side the previous night when she had an outburst. He embraced her as she sobbed uncontrollably in his chest. He quoted the words of a wise man, “the passage of time will heal all wounds, but the greater the loss, the deeper the cut, and the more difficult the process to become whole again.” He also told her that if she wanted to experience real change, she had to rise above her emotional exhaustion. The pain may fade, but it leaves scars that serve as reminders of her sufferings.

“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?”