My scars remind me that I did indeed survive my deepest wounds. That in itself is an accomplishment. And they bring to mind something else, too. They remind me that the damage life has inflicted...

The moment you realize that life will hurt more than your death. While existing, we’re forced to become acquainted with sadness. There’s no antibiotic for the ridding of distress, and no alleviation of these intervals...

Scars we have today are the constant reminder of our past. They are our auto energizer in our journey toward the future. No need to fear the scars.

I got a body covered in scars, but then who doesn’t? If you don’t have a few scars, you haven’t really lived.

Sorrow spares no one, and scars respect no person.

I don’t think I’ve ever dared to write down what I see in the ruins of me, or tell in any detail the scars and all their secrets.

You don’t deserve the anger you’re turning on yourself. Your abuser’s the one who does.

Memories leave a light in the eyes, just as plain as scars.

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

Scars are not signs of weakness, they are signs of survival and endurance.

We have our agreement about scars, I know, but this time I looked away because sometime you can see too much beauty.

I had a dream about you. We were comparing scars. All of yours were on your body, while all of my scars were on the bodies of people I’ve known throughout my life. It’s true,...

I feel like a real dead one: having neither blood to bleed nor any flesh or bone to feel the scars; yet I want to hold on to my spirit.

That’s why we get involved with other people, right? Not just for their bodies, but for everything else, too – their dreams and their scars and their stories.

He is a true casualty of battle. There’s not a physical scar, but look at the man’s heart, and his head, and there are scars galore.

To protect the innocent, to avoid being one of Burke’s good men who do nothing, you have to accept permanent scars that cincture the heart and traumas of the mind that occasionally reopen to weep...

It’s fixed. As long as you don’t mind more than a few scars.

Writers remember everything…especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he’ll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels. A little talent...

I have actual acting scars.

Why is it so tough to forget pain and tougher to remember happiness.We treasure our scars but forget to live on our smiles.

Do not trust a person without scars. If they have no scars, then it means someone else is wearing theirs, usually unfairly, and usually permanently.

Peter was struck by the scar’s essential nature: it was not a disfigurement, it was a miracle. All the scars ever suffered by anyone in the whole of human history were not suffering but triumph:...

A fox will chew off its own foot before it calls for helpBut he saw glory in being a bird with broken wings And therefore he broke his own to fit into that illusion of...

On the girl’s brown legs there were many small white scars. I was thinking, Do those scars cover the whole of you, like the stars and the moons on your dress? I thought that would...

Everybody breaks sooner or later, Bob. Anyone can drown. Sometimes you see it. Most often, youdon’t because the body protects and the skin hides, so drowning doesn’t look like drowning and somepeople scar so nicely....

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

But this you must know: the violent murder of a mother- when a boy is at the tender age, when he is just discovering girls- it is a terrible thing. confusingly mixed up with all...

If ever sorrow and suffering set their profaning marks on the youth and beauty of Miss Fairlie’s face, then, and then only, Anne Catherick and she would be the twin-sisters of chance resemblance, the living...

Scars show us where we have been, they do not dictate where we are going.

Thus far we have been able to protect [our children] from the deep and enduring traumas that scar the minds and selves of so many of the patients I see. How — how?—can I make...

…there’s the suffering from love and the suffering from grief – either pain permanently scars the soul…

For grief has always been so dear to you that you would make me writhing in pain in the brothel of your imaginations than to be playing with a bunch of balloons in the yard...

Please don’t trouble yourself with my scars. At least not right now, OK?

You are responsible for who you become… Love yourself, Like your speed; Leave your scars; Live your skills!

Yes, it hurts to fall— ache, tenderness—but each scar is a sign your system is working.

Hiding a wound can cause a serious infection without healing. It has to be exposed and washed. Sure, the cleansing may cause pain at first—but, in the end, it brings healing, as well as relief.

Under her thick pancake makeup, her skin had been pockmarked, but he would stare at her adoringly from his cot at night and imagine her scars were constellations, a secret map to a far-off, happy...

On the girl’s brown legs there were many small white scars. I was thinking, Do those scars cover the whole of you, like the stars and moons on your dress? I thought that would be...

They each had scars to deal with. Scars of a different kind, but scars nonetheless. If he could say something–anything–to make a difference, he’d do it, but there simply wasn’t anything left to say. The...

Markings in dry clay disappearOnly when the clay is soft again.Scars upon the self disappearOnly when one becomes soft within.

Some people grow up with issues because they did not have their parents around growing up, many others have issues because their parents were around growing up

I like someone who is a little crazy but coming from a good place. I think scars are sexy because it means you made a mistake that led to a mess.

I just don’t want to die without a few scars.

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

…the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don’t disfigure me in your eyes – because you know the price I pay for loving you …

wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.

Our scars make us who we are. Some scars are just deeper than others.

Blue-Eyed One, never again shall you cover your shoulders. I declare your scars to be medals of gallantry great than any I could bestow, and it is my will that all the Black Land look...

The Detective was different. Not that he wasn’t a good man; Willie had heard enough about him to understand that he was the kind who didn’t like to turn away from another’s pain, the kind...

A city isn’t so unlike a person. They both have the marks to show they have many stories to tell. They see many faces. They tear things down and make new again.