Scars Quotes Novels & Stories

“You don’t get to choose your scars. You just learn to shoot through them.” “Sometimes the mind forgets to protect the soul. But those flashes? They’re real. Your brain just hasn’t caught up yet,” he added. 'You don’t get to choose your scars. You just learn to shoot through ‘em'. Those words echoed in her mind. Scarlet stepped back into position. This time, her hands didn’t tremble. with those words echoing in her mind continuously She aimed at the next dummy. Bang. Bang. Bang. The shots rang out, birds scattering into the dawn sky.

What if I have to carry the reminder of my time with that monster forever. I hadn’t realized that Liam had stopped brushing my hair until he gently takes hold of my chin and turns my face to look at him. “Scars are nothing more than proof that you are stronger than you know. They show that you have lived through difficult times but you’re still here, still fighting. Don’t be ashamed of your scars. You should wear them proudly. Not many could have survived what you did.” I nod my head at him and go back to washing as he continues to brush out my hair. The water begins to cool and he starts to let it out, turning on the faucet and adding more hot water as the cooler water runs out of the tub,

What if I have to carry the reminder of my time with that monster forever. I hadn’t realized that Liam had stopped brushing my hair until he gently takes hold of my chin and turns my face to look at him. “Scars are nothing more than proof that you are stronger than you know. They show that you have lived through difficult times but you’re still here, still fighting. Don’t be ashamed of your scars. You should wear them proudly. Not many could have survived what you did.” I nod my head at him and go back to washing as he continues to brush out my hair. The water begins to cool and he starts to let it out, turning on the faucet and adding more hot water as the cooler water runs out of the tub,

His tone had its never changing deep seductive touch. I smiled back as brightly as I could. Quinn gave me a long stare then he dropped the food he was carrying and walked over to me. “My guess is you are admiring your combat souvenirs.” His fingers crawled up to touch my face. “Whatever you think is the problem with it… get it off your mind. Every scar on your body represents how hard you have tried to survive; to give your son a life. Get back at the man who ruined the first one you had. When you look at these... marks, I want you to be proud of them. Don't let them make you sad. There is nothing bad about them.

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

He thinks they will find him repulsive because of his scars? She looked in his face so closely, "Your scars are not something to be ashamed off. They only tell the tales of a victorious man. A man who pass through fire. A man who conquered fiercely in a battlefield. Your scars exude the power in you more than your crown nor tag will ever tell " She whispered to him. She was about using the rag on his abdomen when he startled her. "Don't shoot her! She did nothing to you! Motherrrrrrrrrrr! Nooooo bloodddddd" His voice was filled with so much pain, it had Daisy froze for long seconds.

"I know it's not rational." "It's completely rational," he says. "Given the evidence base you're working from." "I don't want to do it. I don't want to be the person who keeps waiting for the other shoe." "Then stop calling it irrational. Call it a scar. And let it be a scar." His voice is very steady. "Scars are allowed. They don't mean you haven't healed. They mean you were hurt and you survived it." A pause. "I'm in Seattle. The meetings are real. I'll be home Friday." Another pause. "And if you call me at two AM because something underneath all your knowing needs to hear my voice — I'll answer."

I choke out the last word, feeling the sting of fresh tears threatening to spill over again. Luna Allison surprises me with how quickly she snaps into action. Her grip tightens as she turns me to face her, her voice stern and unyielding. “No, you are not! I never want to hear you say that again, Zahra Larkin.” Her eyes bore into mine, full of fierce love and strength. “You are beautiful—inside and out. You’re the kindest, funniest, cleverest, and bravest girl I know. Those scars on your back? They show how strong you are. They don’t define you, and they sure as hell won’t limit you. They tell the world that you’re a survivor, Zahra.” Her words hit me hard, and for a moment, I’m just stunned

* * * Max’s POV * * * I wish I can say that over the years I have gotten used to people dying. I never have. I don’t want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I care for dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don’t want it to “not matter” either. I don’t want it to be something that just passes. My pain and my scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even burned or lacerated, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger th

"You look beautiful. But I just hope you will stop covering some of those scars, maybe we should work on getting rid of them. Don’t you think?" Mother said the same thing, but I didn’t respond, as if I was interested. These scars are a reminder of what I went through with Ryan, and I would rather not forget it. Every time I look at them, I feel proud of myself, for what I endured over those four years before finally ending it. Without these scars, I might feel I hadn’t given my best. But maybe it’s time to move on. I should let go. I know there's a way to get rid of them with consistency.