Don't be scared of scars. They just tell stories that are hard to hear.
Never shy away from opportunity and wholehearted living. Never be fearful of putting yourself out there. The courageous may encounter many disappointments, experience profound disillusionment, gather...
The past does not define me, it ignites me. The past is not a piece of me, it has placed me
Sometimes loneliness makes the loudest noise.
I spend my nights thinking the worstAnd telling myself that everything's going to work outI keep kicking myself in the mouthOpening up every cut that should be a scar by now
Sure, scars can be painfull to look at, reminding you where you've been, but they also remind you of how far you've come.
She wore her battle scars like wings, looking at her you would never know that once upon a time she forgot how to fly
Money isn't the solution to your problems. It only lets you carry your unhappiness around in style.
Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars
Men who believe that the way to the mind is not by way of ice picks through the brain or large dosages of dangerous medicine but through an honest reckoning of the self.
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...
You don't know how shallow you are, or how narcissistic, until you acquire a facial scar. On the plus side, it's so situated as to make me look tough and worldly. On the downside, I'm never kissing my...
Beyond all of that, I could see the wall I had seen from inside the train, the wall that runs along the train line. I assumed that there, behind it, was the west, and I was right. I could have been wr...
The girl wore her scars the way some women wore their finest jewelry.
She wore her scars, and looked as best as she could. He made her comfortable and removed them one by one. She stood bare in front of him. He kissed her naked soul and tattooed a promise on her skin
The taste of moon is like honey to all honeymooners, but after some years does the moon's scar make it bitter?
That was seven years ago. The doctors told her father the memory would fade, like the big messy scar on her arm, but neither ever did.
People often tell themselves lies, in order to reach what they consider acceptance in difficult situations. In reality, they fool themselves into believing they are healed, until that lie is corrected...
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...
Don't everallowthe disharmony of otherstobecome your ownamindful practiceof discernment(and the dislike for wearing bullshit)buildsthe eye, heart and spiritual muscles.