Scars Quotes Novels & Stories

He kissed the scar on my chest softly, making me close my eyes. “It’s not ugly, Maddie,” he whispered, looking into my eyes. “You really don’t think it’s disgusting? Isn’t it... horrible?” I asked. “This scar shows that you saved my life. How could I ever think that’s disgusting?” he said with a soft smile. “I love you, Maddie—every part of you, including your scars. They only make me love you more.” His words felt like music to my ears, so beautiful they took my breath away.

I looked at his retreating back wondering since when did he become so heartless. --------------------------------------------------- "Take these medicine for 1 week and the inflammation will be gone. But these marks will remain...." The doctor said looking sadly at me but I didn't cared. These scars were nothing compared to the scars on my soul. Andrea was still sitting with me talking to the doctor "I am really sorry ma'am" I said referring to the burn on her hand "It's alright they will heal but yours may not.....I will get you a special scars medicine ..it definitely works...don't worry they will vanish with time'

"Be gentle." She found the end of the gauze strip. Keeping my gaze locked on her face, she carefully unwound it to eventually reveal the gruesomely shredded flesh that Seri—sweet, chaste Seri—had sworn loudly at. Gemma swore too, but in a mournful whisper. "Oh, Kael…" "Scars are badges of honor," I told her, my voice just as low. "They're beautiful and brave." Her eyes met mine. "Scars, Kael, not open wounds."

To the scars themselves, my lips delivered a tender message of acceptance, acknowledging the pain they represented while also honoring the resilience they embodied. Each scar was kissed with the reverence one might afford sacred text, a testament to her endurance and fortitude. They were not ugly reminders of a cruel past, but badges of incredible strength, of a spirit that refused to be broken. The air around us became heavy with emotion, every breath filled with the weight of what we were sharing. It was a moment of profound intimacy, of shared pain and mutual understanding. Words were unnecessary, our actions speaking volumes about the depth of our connection. And as I continued to kiss h

Even a flicker of complicated emotion flashed in Scott's eyes. Were they worried about me? I shook my head and immediately dismissed the thought. The first time they forced me to give Nicole blood, they had reacted the same way when they saw how pale my lips were, but they eventually got used to it. Whenever I resisted and refused to donate, Scott would say, "It's just a little blood, and you'll recover after a bowl of chicken soup. Stop being so dramatic." When I went to Devin and showed him my bruised arms from the frequent blood draws, he simply said, "Bruises fade in a few days. You've been doing this for a year now, so how are you still not used to it?"

“But a scar doesn’t ruin you, it proves you survived.” I left out a heavy sigh, feeling a bit relieved “You’re not ugly,” he said firmly like he was stating a fact “You’re beautiful. Those scars doesn't make you any less, they make you more and a reminder that you fought through something no one else did. Tiffany and Trey? They’re cowards, they can never be you." My eyes stung and I finally let out the tears I had been holding all evening. No one had ever said that to me before. I wanted to believe him, I wanted to let his words sink into all the cracks that people had left in me all these years especially Tiffany but fear still sat heavy in my chest.

"It's so embarrassing, I think I'm too corny, I can't stop my mouth ..." I shook my head and kissed his neck while listening to his answer to the interview. She smells so good. "My message would be for all the people who's watching this. I want you to know that .. it's only normal to feel insecure because we're not perfect and there will always be other poeple who are better than us. We can be physically , mentally, emotionally or even financially insecure, but don't let your insecurities eat you up. I know it's easy to be said than done, but trust me, I've been there, too. I've lost myself with that insecurities , too, so I know what I'm saying. So when I said that there's always a beauty i

"But I know I have people who rely on me." "That was just the past, Cole. So can we just forget about it?" He was still looking at me with concern. "Things like that don't just go away, Ray." His eyes looked down at the scars on my chest. "It's like a scar..." He rubbed his thumb over my skin. "Scars are ugly and disgraceful... But no matter what we do, the scars won't go away." His eyes lifted to meet my gaze. "So we learn to live with them."

Rain continued drumming softly outside. Lucien leaned back in his chair. "It's funny." "What is?" "We spend our lives hiding scars." "And somehow..." "They become the things that make us recognizable." Sera nodded thoughtfully. "My patients used to ask me whether scars ever disappear." "What did you tell them?" She smiled sadly. "I told them healing isn't about making scars disappear." "It's about reaching a day when touching them doesn't hurt anymore." Lucien remained quiet. Those words settled somewhere deep inside him. After several moments, he spoke again.

“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. This time, Scarlet knew, she would never tremble again.