Scars Quotes Novels & Stories

"Hell no! You aren't doing this. You are not going to sacrifice your happiness for your selfish twin."Maddie said, pointing an accusing finger my way. "You don't get to decide for me Maddie and don't you call my sister selfish. I know Emily has her reasons" I said that so unsure. Maddie only shook her head at the verge of tears. I felt terrible for lashing out on her. She isn't at fault nobody is at fault.

' as the caption. I continued scrolling again while my phone kept vibrating and popping notifications of people commenting on my post and liking them. I even saw a notification of my friends commenting a middle finger emoji. I decided to reply with a heart emoji in their comments. Jerks. I scrolled through my I*******m page again and stumbled upon a strange post. It was from a spiritual page. Dreams are a message, it can even be a memory from the past or a preview of the future. It is a sign of what happened or will happen in your life. Well, that's messed up.

“What’s on your mind, Jess?” I hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “It’s just… I noticed Vanessa has a scar on her thigh. I guess it made me think about how much she’s been through, and how much I still have to learn.” His expression softened, and he nodded in understanding. “Vanessa’s been through a lot, that’s true. But she’s stronger because of it. And you will be too, Jess. Scars don’t just mark where we’ve been hurt—they show how we’ve healed.”

She said, and I sighed. "Does it heal scars, too? Would time heal my scars?" I asked her, and she was silent. We both knew the answer. Scars don't heal. They just fade a little, but you will always remember.

You are not…and I wonder why that is so. He turns around in the tub to look at me, qwondering if I understood what he's said. I do. I shake my head in disbelief. "A scars nuna karfin zuciya da kuma jimiri ne dagamatasa shekaru. Ban ce muku ya kamata a masanan basu ji dadin a gare su." (The scars show bravery and endurance from a young age. I don't think you should be disappointed in them.)

“These aren’t marks of shame. They’re proof you fought back. Proof you chose freedom over power.” “They’re ugly.” “They’re honest.” Alina traced one of the scars with her finger. “I have scars too. From childbirth. From battles. From the grey wolf that nearly killed me. They’re all ugly. And they’re all part of who I am.” “Do you wish they weren’t there?” “Sometimes. But they remind me I survived. That’s worth keeping.” Lena wanted to believe her. Wanted to see the scars as badges instead of failures. But she couldn’t. Not yet.

As I grab my hoodie, Talon places his hand over mine. ‘Do you want to wear it, or is it to hide the scars from everyone?’ he asks. ‘To hide them.’ I reply. ‘Lylah,’ he says, tossing my hoodie aside and gently grasping my chin with his thumb and index finger. ‘These scars are part of who you are. These scars tell a story of how strong and courageous you are. These scars show everyone no matter what comes your way. You will never be defeated. These scars are reminders of someone you love and should never be forgotten. So, show them proudly like the armour these scars have become.’

Fear and anxiety was written all over her face. "Please don't" her eyes were moist when she stopped me. But I didn't pay a hay to her protest. "You just have to trust me" I only told her this before kissing every inch of her scar. Starting from the above, I laid open mouthed kisses along the length of the scar as she started sobbing silently. Her hands were clenching the sheets as if she was in pain. "You need to love yourself Camellia, your scars are beautiful just like you are. Instead they are the ones which make you pretty. There is no beauty in perfection." I said against her warm skin and her drenched face smiled at me.

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

I couldn't even see a soul around and the rain was continuously pouring down. "The Scars are on the haunt." She said and I sighed. "So, what's new about it? I don't understand why people are so scared of them. They never really harmed anyone." I said and she let out a frustrated sigh. "They are behind someone." She said,