Scars Quotes Novels & Stories

“Gosh, you're about to get your heart broken if you don't stop those crazy feelings of yours” “Scar my feelings are not crazy, it's not like I'm going to walk up to the Alpha and tell him I like him” “It's better you didn't cause you'll get your hope shattered” “Damn you're so annoying Scar” “Trust me you're more annoying, don't say I didn't warn you cause soon you'll get your heart broken and come cry to me, I won't comfort you” I rolled my eyes at her sarcastic words can't believe she's already wishing me bad, typical Scar

"No, I don't think he needs anyone else as his partner, nor do I think you are any less deserving of him. Did you know Lexie, that not too long ago, scars were highly prized in our community?" I just blinked at him, and fortunately enough, he continued without waiting for my answer. "Scars are not just a sign of a life well- lived, but one's scars show that this person is a survivor. That they are stronger than whatever life could throw at them. So don't you ever think that the scars you carry because of your past make you any less worthy, instead, they indicate that you should be celebrated even more!

"You act like you've got it all figured out, like nothing or no one can touch you or faze you, but I don't believe that. No one becomes like that without scars, and I know there's more to you than meets the eye." For a moment, I thought he might snap at me and get mad. Instead, he looked away, his expression hardened. "Scars don't matter, none of that matters. What matters is that you keep going ". "Is that a life then? The scars shape and leave marks, whether you want them to or not, it's not avoided", I pressed gently. Ivan shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Why are you smiling?" I inquired.

“You think scars make you strong. But scars only prove where you’ve already bled. And soon, you’ll bleed again.” Her nails scratched faintly against the glass. “I’ll see to it.”

She suddenly felt like giving herself a slap! "Mr. Moore, that's not what I meant." She quickly tried to explain herself. "The box says that it can remove burn scars... I don't think that they're ugly. They're kind of beautiful, ptui—I mean, no. It's not beautiful. Um... I just want to let you know that I didn't say that because I thought that your scars looked ugly. I don't think there's anything wrong with having scars. I have them too..." Marshall suddenly chuckled after seeing how nervous Stella got while trying to explain herself. "I know. I was just joking with you."

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

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.

"Oh darling , when you say you see your scars in the mirror when you stare. I say, I see a warrior who fought her battles without fear. When you trace your skin and say it won't repair. I say a scarred tissue is stronger than a normal one without tear. And finally when you smile, to say you are are not like those beautiful girls anywhere. I smile to say my Scarred Beauty could never be compared." - suzangill ... Wear your battle scars, not as a flaw but an ornament. And see them shine even brighter than gold and diamonds. Mold your weaknesses into your strength, To become the best version of the scarred beauty of yourself.

Proof that the truth doesn’t always win out and really ambitious and resourceful people can get away with multiple attempts at m*rder. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about that. Scars are just something that stay with you forever. I do know that sometimes the ones that have silver in them will open up if I take a hit too hard, like they are fresh. I never understood that, they are a year old now, they shouldn’t still open up, but maybe that’s the silver, maybe I am too weak to heal from them properly. They are a reminder of one of the worst situations of my life, but at the same time, I am still here with them so they also show that I survived. I don’t know if I want them to go away, but

Maybe because I don’t know what else to say. Maria lets out a quiet laugh. It’s not amused. It’s empty. “Scars don’t fade,” she says. Her voice is calm. Too calm. “The marks might clear from my skin… but not from inside.” She looks at me then. Not fully. Not directly. Just enough. “Not with the pain that was inflicted,” she adds quietly. “The scars can never be erased from one’s memory.” Something in my chest breaks a little. I don’t know what to say to that.