Scars Quotes Novels & Stories

I glanced through the book again, reading every writing word by word until my eyes caught up with a statement. “You Can Only Know What A Scar Means If It Keeps Reacting On Its Victim, Then It Is A Sign Of A Bad Omen. But When It Doesn't, It Means It Is A Sign Of Remembrance.”

__________________________ Hope you liked it (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) I wish all my readers will have a safe journey ahead and never face a situation like this but if some of you had face it already, then do not feel miserable or weak... your suffering will end and with time and love you will be healed again. (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠) Scars may not fade away completely but with each passing time, it surely will stop hurting... (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

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.

I inquired "I have a scar and I don’t mind having it." "Well, that’s because yours is on your palm and no one sees it." "I don’t care if people see it or not and I think you shouldn’t care either. Maybe if you don’t see it as a scar you won’t care anymore." "Yeah right." I scoffed "I’m serious. Why don’t you try seeing it as something different." "Like what?" He takes a step closer to me "I don’t know, maybe as an experience for instance, or a memory." He suggested