Quotes Tentang Luka Novels & Stories

I reached out, my hand seeking his, intertwining our fingers in a silent display of understanding and support. "Lucian," I spoke softly, my voice filled with compassion, "thank you for sharing your story with me. I can see the strength it took for you to open up about your past. I want you to know that I accept you, scars and all. Together, we can create a future that is free from the shadows of your past."

Lucian put his head in between his knees and hug himself. Marek understand his sorrow, this was what had been eating him up for decades, Lucian's wound which had never really healed though it not bleeding anymore but the cover that looked like a scar was just a facade. "You don't have to beat yourself because of it, things happen, and it's not your fault,"

Her hatred for him intensified which made him clench his jaw. Luka took a step closer to her, grazing their bodies against each other. “Are you regretting curing the wound of someone like me now?” He bluntly questioned her. His gaze glowered down at her. Her mouth remained closed. “Answer me? Are you regretting curing my wound?” He roared at her while tightening his grip around her arm. “Yes, I am,” a tear slipped down from her eyes as she answered with no hesitancy because how could she make her mind now believe that his pain deserved to be healed when he didn't even think twice before tearing a life apart from a body?

Green asked herself. The unread book on her hand since before, Green smiled at it, especially at quotation written on the cover. "For those who have been hurted in the past," stated the quotation. From the very first glance, the novel has intrigued her. Green laughed at herself, her past was not beautiful, she had a lot of bad memories, and to get to this point it was not easy for her. The gratitude she had expressed to herself was a form of appreciation for her enduring to this day.

♠ I learned that when a pottery is broken, it can be put together and made even more beautiful. I'm like a pottery. Though malleable, can still be made beautiful through my scars. I can and will heal despite the astronomical amount of time it'll take. _Yara Chizaram Williams •••

Luca whispered hoarsely. “Shut up,” I whispered back, brushing his damp hair from his forehead. He chuckled weakly. “That’s bossy. I like bossy.” Did he really think this was the best time to be making jokes? “Shut up, Luca.” The doctor worked quickly, stitching and dressing the wound. “The bullet went clean through,” he said. “He’s lucky. It missed the lung by a hair. He’ll be sore for weeks, but he’ll live.”

" Luke jumped up excitedly. The stone-cold Luka cracked a smile too, as he pulled Lucas close to him. "Uhh, trauma is just a trick of the mind, your trauma isn't any different, the cause of your trauma was a woman. She tortured you, and did some inhumane things but you are healing, you should have noticed it yourself, you are now more tolerant with women and right now. You have probably not noticed but we are less than ten meters away and you are having no reaction." Lucas further explained.

Julia's recent remarks reverberated through the caves of her wounded brain, just as the first fissures in her restraint began to tear to the breaking point. _"Words will never heal the wounds that their harshness intends as long as we refuse to give them that authority. When their mouths curl in mockery, all you have to do is respond with the quiet elegance of your truth. There will be no rebuttals or acknowledgments, only the sword of your dignity, unsheathed with elegance and tranquility." Lila squeezed her eyes tight as the memory of Julia's firm advice flooded over her like a balm against Yuria's caustic attack. The spiteful girl watched in amusement as Lila carefully resumed her positio

The firelight dances over our faces, showing the deep feeling in our eyes. “I need you to know something, Xander,” I begin nervously, clutching a small charm that has been with me through many problems. “Every scar on my skin, every wound, it tells a story—a story of pain, loss, and sometimes, hope. But I fear that some of these scars... they might break us apart if we allow them.” Xander’s eyes soften, and he takes my hand in his. “Aria, those scars are proof of your survival. They are signs that you’ve survived pain and still stand here, stronger than ever. They don’t define you...they improve you.”

He looked away after saying that. “What do you mean?” I asked, moving closer towards him. He summoned his courage and looked up at me, “It’s because I do not deserve you. You do not deserve a man like me, a man with scars.” “It’s okay to have scars,” I replied with conviction. “In fact, I love men with scars. People that have been hurt are better lovers. Moreover, the fact that they have scars means they have healed.” “Really? If they’ve been healed, why doesn’t the scar disappear?” Kelvin asked. I looked into his eyes, burning for him,