Scars Quotes Novels & Stories

Instead, she raises her shirt up exposing her back, revealing a pattern of wide scars scattered across her skin out of reach from her tattoos, as if her tattoos where their frame. I feel lost for words as my eyes scan over her faded markings, feeling unable to grasp how anyone could survive receiving so much trauma when she lowers her shirt and turns around, shrugging as if they were nothing. As if they held no control over her. “I like to think of mine as my battle scars. Each one standing for what I’ve overcome, you know? Think of yours as the same. It’s not every day you came across a badass wolf who’s survived two serious neck injuries. Hell, girl, you’re a bloody miracle!” she bursts in

“Sorry, I get nervous.” “It’s okay, darling. I know you can’t help it.” She takes my arms and turns them over. “Now, what happened here?” “I… I was in a really dark place and I lost hope.” Admitting to what I did, without actually saying it. She runs her thumb lightly over my scar, then looks at me solemnly. “You know, Zara. In our pack, scars are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of strength. It means you survived something your wolf couldn’t help you through. So, who helped you through this?”

Then when I was done, I simply said, “I hate looking at my scars and I don’t want anyone else to see them either. So, I stay covered.” Mel swam up to me. “You know what I think, Iva?” “That I’m pathetic?” She looked at me like I was crazy. “No. I think you are still letting your family control you. All of us have scars in some fashion or another. They are not who you are though. Plus, it shows how strong you are. You survived some serious and heavy shit. I’d wear those scars with pride. Not hide them away.” Sable came into the pool. She showed me her several scars. “This one here…this one is the most important one. Jaxon gave me this one. It’s how we met.”

she said, her voice low but firm. She added, “I never thought for once that a day would come where they'd ever fade away” The old woman’s face brightened, she stepped closer. “Good. That means the medicine is working.” “Scars are like stories written on skin,” she said. “Sometimes they whisper, sometimes they scream but always, they remind” Anana lowered her eyes. “I don't want to be reminded.” The old woman said softly, her fingers already moving to prepare her satchel of ointments. “But healing doesn't mean forgetting, child.”

I wasn’t sure. "My papa used to say scars represent our past. Scars make us strong and powerful." A small smile played on her lips as she spoke. “He said if you see someone with scars, don’t underestimate them.” I swallowed, watching her intently. A comfortable numbness spread through my chest. "You're a good man sometimes… boss," she mumbled, her eyes searching mine. My brows furrowed. “Don’t judge me quickly, Iris,” I warned, my voice low. “Words can’t be taken back.”

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

It was alluring, but a bit dangerous. One day, he offered me a glass of wine he made himself, leaning on a wall covered in vines. "Cheers to the new neighbor," he said in his drawling foreign accent. I took the glass, acting like I did not notice the ring on his finger that meant he was in the mafia, and I just smiled. "Cheers to you too."

I chuckle and just keep blushing and grinning . “The best gift ever the moon goddess has given to me on my birthday” I stand up from the bed and break a deep sigh. I spread my hands wide and make a twirl. But then I am uncertain if he is going to like me back because of my scar. As soon as this hits my head, the smile on my face immediately withers away on staring at myself in the mirror. Who is going to like a scarred woman? I raise my right hand and brush it on the path which my face is scarred. Tears forms in my eyes and I just wish I never have this scar.

He noticed my discomfort and raised an eyebrow at me and asked very simply “why do you hide your scars from me?” “Because, I do not want to see the love in your eyes for me slowly fade away” I replied, he picked up my hands and gently pulled up the sleeve just above my wrists and he kissed the scars. “ I would never love you less, beauty is only skin deep and your beauty is much more deeper; it shines from within you my angel; these scars will vanish, but my love and respect for you and what you have put yourself through for our safety has only increased and it will keep growing and flourishing.”

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.