Scars To Your Beautiful Meaning Lyrics Novels & Stories

And I don't want to come back. "You know the only thing I hate about these scars?" "What?" Her voice shakes for something unexpected. "That they'll remind me of the pain you went through. But I have so many reasons to love them. They are beautiful. They belong to you. And they'll remind me of how strong you are" "And they'll also remind you of that part of my body you used to love so much!" she gasps under her breath, staring down at me as I smile.

“You’re not useless. Neither is your wolf. I’ve seen you yesterday and the hard work you put in and want to put in. It’s a long way to go, I know. It’s not going to be easy, and that’s why I’m with you. That’s why you’re not going to do anything on your own. Because you don’t have to.” He nods, and I can tell that my words are comforting to him. He visibly deflates like all the bad things are leaving him. He holds my face with both of his hands, running his thumbs over my scars. “And these… these will never make me stop thinking that you’re beautiful. It’s a sign of your love for me and what you had to endure, how strong and good you are. You are gorgeous, Valeria, and these scars… They look

If he would say that it was his right, then that would be a lie. It was Liara who had suggested to him the night when she saw his scars for the first time by saying, 'Scars are beautiful when we see them as glorious reminders that we courageously survived. Don't allow your scars to hold you hostage. Don't allow them to make you live your life in fear. You can't make the scars in your life disappear, but you can change the way you see them. And if you will ask me, then you can get your body tattooed with beautiful art to change the way to look at your body.'

That song, was the mark that means the end of the game. She cried and cried her eyes out in joy. 'Thank god,' she said inside her heart. 'I have survived another day of the hunt.' —

"Even your scars make you flawless, Roy. This scar cannot change what I feel for you. You were, you are and you will remain as the most beautiful creation of God.. made for me," "I want to know the secrets this delicate scar hides." She said, placing another kiss over my scar. Silent tears rolled down my cheek. I always felt insecure about it that the person I loved might not mock it and here she is, calling it beautiful. Tears fell with mixed emotions of love, elation and pain. My heart felt faint happiness inside it. I put my hand over her hands and lowered my head as I turned to her and put my head over her laps. She wiped my tears and said softly,

His beautiful body right in front of me makes me just keep staring and then I see a full-top body full over tattoos and scars. "I have scars too, Casey; some faded and some will always remain. I covered up a fair few of them but believe me. You're beautiful, baby. You are so beautiful, I don't care about what you look like. The scars show you survived. It's part of you and if you don't like them, then that's also okay; you can do whatever you want to them. Tattoos or skin grafting, of they allow that or if it's even a thing to do,. Let me look after you"

I felt the same way. “When I first met you, I knew there was something special about you. I admired your courage, your strength, your guts. It made me both mad and craving you even more. A lot happened after that, and Victoria… I don’t regret anything I’ve done for you out of love. Including the scar on my face. Victoria, I love you. Please… spend forever with me.” I was already soaking, tears of joy streaming down my cheeks. My heart thumped in my chest. Every moment of fear, doubt, and pain melted away under the weight of his words.

Why do I have to worry that he will find them ugly? “ You know. ” Tristin’s hand appears in my sight and grabs both of mine at once. “ I think your scars are beautiful. They show that you went through a tough time and survived to be here today. There is nothing to be…ashamed about that. Survival…however it’s done…is the symbol of strength. ” Our eyes lock, and I forget to look away from him again. It’s true. I have nothing to give him. But all my life, I have been giving everything that I had…to people that didn’t deserve any of it.

"Oh no I am hideous, all the scars I have, such a terrible sight." "Your scars are beautiful." "Even the one across my face?" Prince Mangus asked. "Especially the one across your face." They smiled faintly to each other. "Scars are reminders of not what you have been through but you have overcome so you are just a wonder of a sight." "Wow, you are so nice, I guess it really was just me bringing out the hostility in you," he said and they chuckled. "I did say that," she said and they chuckled on.

Thank the goddess. I slide my shirt up her body. Her hands come up to cover herself. I take them, gently moving them back to her sides. “Let me look at you.” “I have so many ugly scars.” “Didn’t I say that scars are a way to show that we are stronger than we know?” She nods. “Then let me see how strong my sweet little angel is.”