It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
Chuck PalahniukTag: happiness pain peace scar sweetness
Scars are not injuries, Tanner Sack. A scar is a healing. After injury, a scar is what makes you whole.
China MiévilleTag: inspirational scars injury healing scar recovery
Waddya want me to do? through my sling shot at him?
Shirley HughesTag: right alchemist scar twilight full trouble fma 5 1 basket destructions fruits hand hughes maes metal
The counselor says that with more time and more surgeries, I will begin to feel normal again. She says this with a mouth that can still smile. It’s so easy to be reassuring when you have lips.
Rasmenia MassoudTag: scar normal trauma burn counseling
For I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom.
Ann AguirreTo be acceptable is for one to ignore his weakness while knowing his strength, to cover the scar even though it's always there, however, to be impossible is for one to see his weakness as, not an adversary, but the cherry on top of his strength, to rearrange the scar so that it compliments his features.
Criss JamiTag: strength weakness impossible flaws excellence scar imperfection ignore amazing attributes unbelievable cherry adversary traits acceptable complimentary features rearrange
Scars are just a treasure map for pain you've buried too deep to remember.
Jodi PicoultΊσως βρισκόμαστε στον κόσμο για να ψάχνουμε τον έρωτα, να τον συναντάμε και να τον χάνουμε, ξανά και ξανά. Με κάθε έρωτα ξαναγεννιόμαστε και με κάθε έρωτα που τελειώνει ανοίγει και μια πληγή. Είμαι γεμάτη περήφανες ουλές.
Isabel AllendeTag: love world wound scar full rebirth proud
I told him the story of the day I'd been mending pottery with one of the maids in the kitchen at Keramzin, waiting for him to return from one of the hunting trips that had taken him from home more and more frequently. I'd been fifteen, standing at the counter, vainly trying to glue together the jagged pieces of a blue cup. When I saw him crossing the fields, I ran to the doorway and waved. He caught sight of me and broke into a jog.
I had crossed the yard to him slowly, watching him draw closer, baffled by the way my heart was skittering around in my chest. Then he'd picked me up and swung me in a circle, and I'd clung to him, breathing in his sweet, familiar smell, shocked by how much I'd missed him. Dimly, I'd been aware that I still had a shard of that blue cup in my hand, that it was digging into my palm, but I didn't want to let go.
When he finally set me down and ambled off into the kitchen to find his lunch, I had stood there, my palm dripping in blood, my head still spinning, knowing that everything had changed.
Ana Kuya had scolded me for getting blood on the clean kitchen floor. She'd bandaged my hand and told me it would heal. But I knew it would just go on hurting.
But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I'm nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all the scars will have scars and that is all I will be, one big scar of a love gone wrong.
Amanda GraceTag: scar amanda-grace but-i-love-him ann-and-connor love-gone-wrong
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