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.”

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

he kissed the side of my head, "Just fucking look at yourself..." And I did and instinctively I again touched the scar on my stomach, "I don't like it..." He placed a kiss on my cheek, "You should like them because they are as beautiful as you are..." I snorted, "You are probably saying that just so I won't ask for a divorce." "Nikolai..." he breathed out. I looked to my side, "What?" "These scars show who you are." I laughed humorlessly, "And who am I?"

Each scar held a story—a story of struggle, survival, and triumph. Deep admired these marks, not with regret or sorrow, but with a sense of reverence. They were reminders of his journey—a journey that tested his strength and perseverance. They symbolized moments of challenge and resilience, etched into his skin like chapters in a book. With every faded line, he saw a testament to his body's remarkable ability to heal, a silent declaration of overcoming adversity. These scars were symbols of battles fought and won, of hurdles crossed and lessons learned. They were not just marks on his skin; they were emblems of resilience and courage.

“The color suits you Maddie, it looks gorgeous on you.” The color did flatter her, but I had to fight back a gulp because the short length of the shorts exposed the scars from her previous years of abuse. “My scars show. That’s why I usually wear things that cover them. People look at me as if I have a disease.” I crossed the room to her and placed my hands on her shoulders. “That life is over. Your scars are going to be your reminder that you are so much stronger than you think. One day you will wear these scars proudly, knowing that they are simply battle wounds from a war that you won.”

To tell the truth, I did not notice that I was crying. To my surprise, Cody holds my head firmly and looks me in the eye. I can not look at other places because he is holding my head fimly. He tries to fix my eyes on his. Now, without any preparation, I drop in to his eyes which look like ocean where I can hardly struggle.”You are not ugly, not at all! do not let those scars get to you. Whenever you look at your scars, you should feel proud that you are so strong and brave that you made through what you went through. That is what your scars should remind you about, not that you are ugly.”

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

I asked, genuinely confused. A flicker passed through his eyes, something raw, vulnerable, before he reached up and traced his finger down the scar on his face. The gesture was almost intimate, as if he was reminding himself of the pain, of the battle he’d survived. "Just because you have a scar doesn’t mean you disgust me," I found myself saying before I could stop myself. "Each scar tells a story. Each scar means you survived an ordeal. They don’t make you weak—they make you stronger. I… speak from experience."

I lifted my gaze to him, demanding an answer for his actions. “Scars set you apart from everyone else. They don’t ruin your identity; they give you a unique identity. I will make you fall in love with everything about yourself like I do. I will kiss your scars so many times that when you see them — the first thing that comes to your mind is not the scar, but our memories they hold. I will leave my permanent marks in your mind — in your memories. So that before you say you love me, you can proudly say you love yourself more.”

"Hell no! You aren't doing this. You are not going to sacrifice your happiness for your selfish twin."Maddie said, pointing an accusing finger my way. "You don't get to decide for me Maddie and don't you call my sister selfish. I know Emily has her reasons" I said that so unsure. Maddie only shook her head at the verge of tears. I felt terrible for lashing out on her. She isn't at fault nobody is at fault.