We're only lucky enough to see the wonders of nature's canyons because they're gracious enough to show us the places they've been damaged.
Give it air & let the scar on your soul reveal itself, because, like the body, it too was made to heal itself.
We all have scars; both inside and out. Use your experience to support those who are going down the same road of destruction you once went down. Know that your past is worth more than the pain you onc...
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 where I should have been.""...
Scars mean you fought. Wrinkles mean you lived. Heartache means you loved.
I think perfection is ugly. Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see scars, failure, disorder, distortion.
In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Yes, my scars shape meToday, I have learnt to coverit with fabric made of hope, faith, perseverance, and determination. For this, I am grateful to life
You can never heal completely. The scars will always stay behind, just to remind how cruel the time was once to you. But someday, you will learn to see beauty in the world that gave you these scars. A...
I don't want to die without any scars.
Don't be afraid of suffering. Often scars are the medals of success.
It just happens that a lot of us have been through too much that is even too less than our age..and what happens is we cannot but remember it and all we think about is how to make now and after better...
WheneverI look backTo the artOnce I cravedI wanna punchSquare in faceIf only I'm allowedTo do so...
Happiness is largely about being socially connected, yet we cannot be connected if we keep on being so hard and unforgiving towards ourselves and on the scars we wear inside.
One should show one's scars, not hide them.
When I complain about the bandages she says: 'I promise you that when you take them off you'll be just as you were before.' And it is true. When she takes them off there is not one line, not one wrink...
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.
Some scars don't hurt. Some scars are numb. Some scars rid you of the capacity to feel anything ever again.
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.