Quotes On Emotional Scars Novels & Stories

"It's so embarrassing, I think I'm too corny, I can't stop my mouth ..." I shook my head and kissed his neck while listening to his answer to the interview. She smells so good. "My message would be for all the people who's watching this. I want you to know that .. it's only normal to feel insecure because we're not perfect and there will always be other poeple who are better than us. We can be physically , mentally, emotionally or even financially insecure, but don't let your insecurities eat you up. I know it's easy to be said than done, but trust me, I've been there, too. I've lost myself with that insecurities , too, so I know what I'm saying. So when I said that there's always a beauty i

He stilled for a breath, looking down at where I touched him. “These?” I asked softly. He nodded. “Scars from before. Scars from after. They don’t fade, but you learn to live with them.” My throat tightened. Something raw and unspoken hung between us — the weight of shared wounds, of survival, of things neither of us had ever put into words. He stared at me intently and I stared back. Sapphire on Emerald. His hand reached up to stroke my face, brushing me hair aside. I felt his fingers lightly trace the faint scar.

Alice. I stood up, shaky, and pushed away his hand that tried to help me. "It's too difficult to live without love. "At first, I had my parents' love. Then, I thought your love would be enough for me. "I was wrong. Trusting you cost me so much. "Don't come looking for me, Alexander. It's all over between us." The only sound left in the room was the steady ticking of the machines. I turned away and carefully put the irises into the vase by Mom's bed.

With that thought, it didn't look so bad anymore. It was just a matter of time, they will all heal. Besides my physical scars were nothing compared to the emotional scars I am living with. Even those scars, those nightmares that I thought were a part of me were starting to fade. These scars represent my journey, my battles and they were proof that I survived them. I am beautiful inside and out and wouldn't let some scars define me. **

" 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 have no idea, but I miss him. "Play with me." Three words boldly written on both my legs, words that will stick with me for life just like the beautiful scars I gave myself. I've come to realize there really is nothing to be ashamed of. We all have scars either physically or not. I'll carry mine like a badge of honor. I've been through a lot and I survived. I'm the strongest woman there is, and these scars would suffice to prove my point. "Hey." Sean's deep voice cuts me out of my string of thoughts and I smile, watching him as he sits on the cushion in a corner of the room close to the really large window.

He held her hands, folding them with his, whispering, “If you keep being sweet, I’ll never let you go. Ever.” She hugged him tighter. “I didn’t mean to, but I saw your back. Those scars, it must have hurt so much.” Isis chuckled coldly. “Ugly, isn’t it?” “No…” she shook her head. “You don’t mind?” “I don’t.” She wanted to erase the pain from his voice, so she shared a hidden truth. “I have scars too. They’re not ugly. To me, they’re bravery. We’re both brave to survive being scarred.”

She has the right to cover all mirrors and wish that blindness will be granted to her, so that she does not see every day the horror of what she has been through for all these two centuries of her life. He looked up at her, smiling cunningly “These scars testify to your pride, your violence, and your warrior and fighting spirit. These scars are a source of pride for me, because every time I see them, I will remember how much you were able to withstand that damn devil, how brave you were, and stood by his path and not succumb to him.”

He didn't answer, and the silence between us stretched on. As I stood there, my mind raced with memories of the past. The pain, the fear, the desperation - it all came flooding back to me. But I refused to let it break me. I had survived this far, and I would not let anyone bring me down again. His brows knitted together in a perplexed expression. As my laughter died down, I felt a sudden rush of emotion overwhelm me, and tears welled up in my eyes. In a low whisper, barely audible, I spoke the words, "Someone like you gave me these scars." The room fell silent, and I waited for a response from him. But as the seconds ticked by, it became clear that he had nothing to say.

His words felt like music to my ears, so beautiful they took my breath away. “Just like you love the scar on my back?” I asked, remembering how he used to kiss the mark my father left on me. “Yes,” he said calmly. “I once read that scars mean survival. You survived, Maddie. You overcame death and your father’s cruelty. There’s nothing ugly about that. But even if you feel that way, I’ll always love your scars like they’re part of me.” He kissed the healing scar on my chest again, gently. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and buried my face in his neck. I took a deep breath and spoke from the heart.