Give it air & let the scar on your soul reveal itself, because, like the body, it too was made to heal itself.
The things you let go will someday teach you how to fly.
Scars mean you fought. Wrinkles mean you lived. Heartache means you loved.
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.""...
I think perfection is ugly. Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see scars, failure, disorder, distortion.
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 is...
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.
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...
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
Don't be afraid of suffering. Often scars are the medals of success.
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.
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...
I don't want to die without any scars.
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...
Some scars don't hurt. Some scars are numb. Some scars rid you of the capacity to feel anything ever again.
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.
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.
Scars fade with time. And the ones that never go away, well, they build character, maturity, caution.
Her scar tissue, which she seems to amass both physically and mentally, may not be pretty, but they have become tougher than if she had never been wounded at all.