The scars weren’t overly red, but faded, some just light lines on my skin. Some of them I could cover with makeup, while others would never truly disappear. I felt like they completed me. A reflection of the way I felt inside."---Lo The Wild Hunt
Ashley JefferyTags: scars the-wild-hunt
Scars are just another kind of memory.
M.L. StedmanTags: inspirational inspirational-quotes memory scars
If I don’t wear anything, I’d probably make the food go off, and the children run away screaming. What with all the scars and all. I’m not what one could call particularly pretty.” Unlike you, Vadim, and your goddamned perfection, except for a word cut in blood and flesh.
Vadim shook his head, already retreating towards the open door. “'Pretty' is different,” he murmured. “'Pretty' has no scars. You are... Jaw muscles tensed again. “Like the morning sky in Afghanistan. Not ‘pretty’. Word’s ‘breathtaking’.
Tags: love beauty scars pretty dan vadim breathtaking
But not all scars showed, did they?
Eileen WilksTags: scars
We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.
Mark LawrenceTags: die scars clothes king little thorns empire broken same reborn
I was girly and friendly and my family life was happy but many days I felt like I was on the inside what Chase was on the outside. I always believed I was a happy person with a sad soul. I felt like I had had tragedy in my life when I hadn’t. Somehow, without having experienced what he had, his scars resonated with me.
Kimberly NovoselTags: pain love soul darkness tragedy sad scars happy-person sad-soul
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.
Munia KhanTags: soul sadness dark spirit scars bleeding
...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 ...
John GeddesTags: past present wounds scars eyes price-of-love disfigureation
The girl's face was the color of talcum. Her uncle's was a death mask, a bone structure overlaid by parchment. Shane's was granite, with a glistening line of sweat just below his hair line. He'd never forget this night, the detective knew, no matter what else happened for the rest of his life. They were all getting scars on their souls, the sort of scars people got in the Dark Ages, when they believed in devils and black magic. ("Speak To Me Of Death")
Cornell WoolrichTags: fear horror scars devils black-magic
I don't understand women that call themselves a "bitch". It doesn't empower a woman. Rather, it reveals to everyone that you were deeply hurt at one time. Because of the pain your still carrying, you will continue to hurt anyone that reminds you of those moments when you let your guard down and were fooled. Sadly, it sends a clear message to the observant that you are still hurt. If only women would realize that "we all" have moments of stupidity then they would stop comparing themselves to the masses.
Shannon L. AlderTags: wounds self-esteem jealousy forgiveness scars competition letting-go wasting-time forgiving move-on insecurity cursing name-calling hurts competing empowering-women low-self-esteem daughters-of-god low-self-worth run-your-own-race
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