Scars Quotes Novels & Stories

But wounds like this scar publicly. And scars change perception.

“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.

Or simply the quiet joy of being alive. "Let me see you," she said, reaching for his shirt. He allowed her to undress him, his body emerging from the layers of leather and wool. The scars on his chest caught the light, silver lines on bronze skin. She traced them with her fingers, each one a story, each one a battle survived. He shivered beneath her touch. "You are beautiful," she said. "I am scarred." "So am I." She pressed her palm flat against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "Scars are not ugly. They are proof that we did not break."

But here I was, cracked open by the softest touch and the quiet presence of the one person I never thought I’d trust. “It hurts,” I said, my voice a ragged whisper. I didn’t look at her, couldn’t. “I’ve been holding it in so long. I forgot what it’s like to say that out loud.” She didn’t flinch or pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, her voice tender and calm, like a balm itself. “It’s okay. Scars are meant to hurt.” Her fingers brushed my hand gently, reassuring. “You know, my grandma used to say… no medicine in the world could heal a scar better than love.”

"The scars on your face pain me to see, not because they are hideous, quite the opposite actually. They are a reminder to me that you were willing to sacrifice yourself as best as you could, to save my life. It pains me, because if I was strong enough, you wouldn't have had to do that. It angers me, because I hate that you did that for me. I also love them because it shows you care for me. Whether it is a platonic or, possibly, a romantic way, I don't care. Even if it's not because you care for me, but for others in general. I have treated you horribly and still, you risked everything for me and almost died in the process. But you didn't and you want to know why?" "Why?" "You. Are. A. Fighte

Her friends hesitated, deciding whether to stay or leave. Eddie turned back to Natalie, his voice gentler but no less poisonous. "You should have phoned me. You did not need to go through this shit alone." She lowered her head and looked down guiltily. "I just wanted to be normal again." He exhaled slowly, pushing a curl of hair from her face. His touch was soft, but his jaw clenched. "Normal does not exist anymore, Nat. Not for people like us." Whispers started this time again, but a little quieter now and cautious. The crowd separated, leaving Cassandra standing alone, humiliated.

“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.

"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.