Novel & Cerita Quotes Tentang Luka

My wolf, Maxim invaded my thoughts. “I’m patient, Maxim, how much more do I have to be patient?” “It’s just not enough. She’s feeling insecure about you and the relationship, it’ll take time,” “How long?” I asked. “Women are complicated so I can’t really say but you know they say time heals all booboo,” I groaned. “Time doesn’t heal everything,” I said, referring to my own experience of such a thing. “You’re still hurt about your parents, Luka. It’s okay to not be fine,”

That was my fault. Luke was my boss. It was normal for him to be angry when I spoke to him in that tone. I apologized to him again. "Jen, are you stupid? When others have emotional outbursts, they hurt others. You, on the other hand, hurt yourself. You already have a scar on your face. If this wound on your forehead doesn't heal properly, what will become of your face?" Luke's face was as dark as if it had been smeared with soot from the bottom of a pot.

she yelled pacing in the room in just her oversized shirt looking sexy as hell. “Kill? baby, you can’t even kill a flie ..” her hands pressed against my lips “Not one word from you, cold face.” and that’s it ladies and gentlemen, my heart races as she again applies balms on my wounds. It doesn,t matter how many times you put bandage over the wounds, they never heal untill you treat the cracks, the cause of it , you can’t heal unless and untill you stop being loyal to the posion, just like how the mind kills the body, we’d have to stop listening to it’s thoughts in order to be saved.

Her words struck a chord within me, and I couldn't help but think of my mother even if Lucille’s fortune cookie wisdom quote was a direct jab at Edmond. As she began to fix my makeup, she continued to talk, sharing some invaluable insights about love and relationships. "You deserve to be with someone who makes you feel happy and secure," she said gently, her touch light and comforting. "If someone is causing you pain and uncertainty, it's essential to take a step back and evaluate whether they're truly right for you."

Of sex ? 'Of heat ... that ovulation thing’. 'So at the bottom you are really just a dog’. 'Well, at least I am not a fang fucker’. Shame hits me like a slap and I pull away from him. 'I have healed the wounds on your body. I do not know how to heal the rest, Luca'.

*They say passage of time will heal all kinds of wounds, but the deeper the cut, the greater the loss and the more difficult process to become whole again. The pain may fade but the scars serve as a reminder of our suffering and make the bearer all the more resolved to never be wounded again ~ Klaus Mikaelson* ****************************** (Author's Note: "Runaway by Aurora" in the background would be nice)

"It's not entirely for show, you know. Our saliva will accelerate the healing properties of the potion. But truth be told, we could mix saliva with the potion and have the same effect. Doing it this way... well, consider it a form of affection." For Lexi, that simple act was about healing, but for Luke and me, it went more profound than that. It was an unspoken vow, a quiet promise that whatever was broken, we'd find a way to mend it. And that commitment extended beyond Lexi's physical scars to the internal wounds we all harbored.

"But through you, I’ve learned that’s a lie. In Japan, they have a tradition called Kintsugi. When a piece of pottery breaks, they don't throw it away. They mend the cracks with pure gold. They don't try to hide the damage; they celebrate it. The gold makes the scars a part of the history. It makes the piece stronger, more beautiful, and more valuable than it ever was before it fell." A single, hot tear escaped my eye and trailed down my cheek. I didn't wipe it away. "I broke us once," Logan continued, his voice dropping to a whisper that only I was meant to hear. "I walked away when I should have stayed. And then the world tried to break us again in a much darker way. But standing here toda

“Do you see this scar? It's from when I was stabbed with a knife. Then I stitched it myself. And now I'm going to stitch your wound. I'll treat you.” No, no, that's a bad idea.

Luna answered casually. Luna's voice wasn't combined with arrogance when she spoke. She only replied what she had to say in her usual casual tone. She didn't speak with boastfulness nor was she bragging. It was as if she was only speaking the truth. But... She remembered a very short quote that was saying; speaking the truth could hurt and sometimes, even the truth could make a person cry. Maybe that was the reason for the angst that was exuding from the person in front of her.