Quotes Tentang Luka Novels & Stories

Galadriel gritted his teeth and smashed the glass in front of him "I told you enough" The coldness returned to Lucien's face, who was standing in front of him "You couldn't bear it, knowing that it was just a fantasy and empty talk. What would happen and how would you be when it became reality? What would you be like?" He stopped talking as he looked at the broken glass in front of him “I know that it is difficult to repair something that has been broken, but at least you can collect those fragments, at least you can prevent them from hurting others, at least you can heal the wounds they caused.”

To my family—both chosen and blood—thank you for your support and belief in me. To those who read this story and see pieces of themselves, thank you for your courage. To every survivor: this was written for you. Opening Quote “Even when no one hears you scream, your truth still matters. So, scream your truth.” — Malissa Wood “She didn’t forget the pain—she grew around it. Like roots breaking through concrete, she made something beautiful from what tried to bury her.” -Unknown

Adeline cupped her mouth and looked at Luke, "I thought silver wounds do not heal on their own so easily and early." His eyebrows dipped lower as he eyed me through the mirror, "Yes, that's right. They don't." Jerking me around, Adeline lifted the coat, and shrieked loudly, "What the fuck, man? There isn't even a scar. It's like nothing ever happened to you." Her head snapped to the front, "What is happening, Luke?" He shook his head and scratched his temple, "I have no fucking clue." Through a frown, I suggested to them, "What if it's something related to being a healer?"

I asked, desperate for some guidance or solace. "Darling, I learned that sometimes, we must be willing to take risks–to fight for what we believe in, even if the world tells us otherwise," she replied, her voice laced with the wisdom of experience. "Love can be a balm for our deepest wounds, but it can also expose us to incredible vulnerability. The key lies in finding the strength within ourselves to navigate those challenges."

Searching for some sort of answer. "Uh, I had the urge to lick your wounds...and then they healed." He chopped the long story short. Her lips twitched while she rubbed the scar. "So the stories were true."

I was forced to let out a laugh at his words. “My gosh, Luca!! You are a man of surprises. Who would have thought you dealt with inspirational quotes?” I commented, cringing my eye brows. “I’m glad you think that about me, Energia.” He said, with his body heat enveloping me. “About Sasha. . .” he trailed out.

"As your wife, I just want you to share your pain with me, even if it is already too late." Eventually, Lucas turned to her. He clenched his jaws and cupped her face. He faintly said, "Lily, whatever happens, remember this. Yes, I have suffered, but these marks made me a better person." "I don't ever want you to think of why I got them, but I ask that you be proud of how I survived it," Lucas said. "Can you promise that to me, Lily?" Lily was stunned at how Lucas had turned these horrible scars into something positive. She reflected on his words and said, "I will try my best. Will you tell me what you can?"

"You're just someone I used to know, Someone I'm trying to stop knowing." "Does it work?" Luca asked. "Trying to stop knowing someone?" "I don't know yet," Sienna admitted. "Ask me in another month, or a year, or however long it takes to forget what three months of intensity feels like." "I don't think you forget," Luca said. "I think you just learn to live with the memory. Learn to build around the wound instead of letting it define everything." "Profound," Sienna said, echoing his earlier comment. "Hopeful," Luca corrected. "I'm trying to be hopeful that wounds heal, that growth happens, that we both become something better than what we were."

“Izzу, I had еіght long days praying аnd рlеаdіng fоr you to wаkе up. The dосtоrѕ barely gаvе uѕ аnу reassurances. I соuld see it іn their eyes, thеу wеrе juѕt as uncertain whаt kіnd of rесоvеrу уоu’d make, but I nеvеr lost hope. Yоu’rе a fіghtеr, you’ve аlwауѕ had thаt spark іnѕіdе уоu, so dеtеrmіnеd to ѕuссееd. Plеаѕе don’t let ѕоmеthіng lіkе thіѕ brеаk уоur spirit. It’ѕ juѕt hаіr, іt will grоw back, but thіѕ . . .” Hіѕ lірѕ bruѕhеd juѕt bеѕ іdе mу ѕсаr, thе ѕkіn still ѕо tender. “This іѕ bеаutіful tо mе. It gаvе mе a ѕесоnd сhаnсе tо рrоvе tо уоu hоw much I lоvе уоu, tо show уоu hоw hарру I wіll make уоu for the rеѕt of оur lіvеѕ.”

He tilts his head to the right, nodding at my bandaged wound. “Yeah, I already figured that out.” I remember the huge chunk of glass that Jace had removed from me. That thing will most certainly leave a nasty mark. “You know what? There’s an effective remedy to help heal a wound faster,” Luca offers straightening as he stands. “Great. And you only think of telling me that now?” I arch my brow. He smirks. Suddenly, I regret showing any interest in this so-called remedy of his. That devious smile screams of trouble.