Scarred Quotes Novels & Stories

Baliw rin pala minsan. " Alam mo bang mas pinapamukha mo sa akin na malaking tao yong binangga ko ? Hurt me now Scarlet...alam kung may galit ka sa akin dahil sa mga nagawa ko. " Umiling naman si Scarlet atsaka hinaplos ang mukha nito. Para talaga silang kambal kung di mo sila kilala.

“But truth leaves scars. And I’ll make sure those scars turn into graves.” Napadiin ang pagpindot ko ng keyboard. Ang lalim ng tinig niya’y tila sumpa, banta, at pangako na magbabalik ng dugo. At sa mga salitang iyon, alam kong magsisimula na ang mas malupit na laban. Matagal namang may ganito na kaya palaging mahigit ang kanyang security at ngayong taon, mayroon na namang gustong magtangka sa kanyang buhay.

umiling iling lang ako malalagot talaga sa akin ang Antik na yun. " I will talk to him" " Red has a depth scars in his pass until now it keeps haunting him kaya siya sa ganoon" " Lahat tayo ay may masakit na nakaraan yun ang mga bagay na mahirap kalimutan. But it doesn't enough to use as an excuse to hurt someone" " I know he cross the line. He did to much but I don't mind" I sighed

Masama na bang isipin mo ang buhay ng anak mo? Nababaliw na ako kaka-isip. Pagod at sawa na ako. "The wound made by hurting with fire will heal but the wound created by a harsh words uttered using a tongue leaves an indelible scar. I hope you'll realise how much you're hurting me someday..." Lahat ng mga ginawa niya sa 'kin ay sariwa pa rin sa isip ko. Kung pa'no niya ako tratuhin at saktan emotionally, physically and mentally.

Napahawak ako sa dulo ng damit ko at nilukot ito gamit ang palad ko. Naramdaman kong muli ang pagkirot ng puso ko na tila ba tinutusok ng karayom sa sobrang sakit. "Kaya ayokong ma-fall eh. Tanginang pag-ibig yan. Susugal ka pero sa huli.. Talo ka" seryosong sabi ni Scarlet habang nag pupuro ng vodka sa baso. I looked at her, she's different right now. I saw sadness in her eyes.

Gumuhit ang takot sa mga mata nito kasama ng pag-aalinlangan, batid ni Zandro na nangangamba ito tungkol doon pero pinawi niya iyon nang umuklo siyang lalo at marahang pinatakan ng halik ang bawat linyang sumira sa balat ng dalaga. These scars should never be part of her insecurities because it's a permanent tattoo, a mark of how she survived death and dangers without her knowledge. . .and because of it, he can't stop his heart from melting for this woman again and again...

Agad n'ya itong sinakluluhan ngunit tinabig nito ang kan'yang kamay at masama s'yang tinapunan ng tingin. "Don't touch it!" malamig na saway ng binata sa kan'ya. Inirapan n'ya lamang ito at sinagot. "But you are bleeding Gabrielle! Gagamutin kita!" giit n'ya rito. "The pain from this wound is nothing compare to the pain of what I saw just now! Seeing you happily eating and talking to that idiot broke me into pieces Scarlett!" bulyaw nito sa kan'ya. Napatulala s'ya sa mga binitawan nitong salita.

“I will always take care of you, and I will never be late again, no matter what happens.” The water running over their faces. “But the wound will leave an ugly scar.” Sebastian shook his head. “Alexa, not all scars are ugly.” His fingers traced her wound, a feather-light touch. “Also, this scar of yours can undergo plastic surgery, but you know what? Some scars . . . no matter how much you want to erase them, they can’t be erased.” He paused; his gaze deepened. “Sometimes, the scars that can’t be seen with eyes are uglier.”

It was as if he saw through the facade, I had carefully constructed, sensing the lingering shadows of my past that still haunted me, despite my attempts to move forward. In that moment, I realized that healing was not a linear journey, but a complex and ongoing process. And as much as I wanted to believe that I had overcome the pain of my past, there were moments when the scars still throbbed with the weight of memory. I met Lucas's gaze with a silent acknowledgment, understanding that his concern came from a place of genuine care and compassion. And as we stood there, silently acknowledging the unspoken truths between us, I knew that I was grateful to have someone like Lucas by my side, som

mariin niyang sabi na tila may bigat ng lahat ng alaala sa bawat salita. “Regret changes nothing,” malamig na sagot ni Taki. “No,” tugon ni Quatro habang tumititig kay Taki. “It doesn’t… but neither does hatred.” Muling bumigat ang katahimikan sa buong silid. “She spent the rest of her life trying to fix what she broke,” mahinang sabi ni Quatro. “You can’t fix dead people,” malamig na sagot ni Taki. “I know,” tugon niya, bahagyang pumikit. “I know better than anyone.”