Let our scars fall in love.
In the end, it's not gonna matter if you have a few scars, but it will matter if you didn't live.
Yeah, I do like scary movies, especially the ones that don't take themselves too seriously.
A lot of my wounds have healed. They have left scars, and I can either hide my scars, put a long sleeve shirt on, and cover them up. Or, I can show them off and say, "Yeah, it happened. "
We didn't talk about our scars, the ones you could see and the ones you couldn't.
I touch my scar to remind myself that I am not a coward. I am a Quinn.
I don't want to die without a few scars.
I'm proud of the scars in my soul. They remind me that I have an intense life.
How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one's capacity to endure it.
I don't know how much movies should entertain. To me I'm always interested in movies that scar. The thing I love about JAWS is that I've never gone swimming in the ocean again.
Each image suggests an inner reality, a kind of scar of the past, a reflection of an act or an event once lived.
And what about you-the rest of you-did you notice the scars you left behind? No. Probably not. Because most of them can't be seen with the naked eye.
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
Our scars make us know that our past was for real
I met this girl who had a huge scar on her leg from a car accident. She was talking about how, after it first happened, she would always wear long pants and cover it up. But, as she started to grow into it, she decided that that's just her now. It's just a part of who she is. She wears skirts and she shows it off now.
Each of us is the sum of our scars.
Scars are the paler pain of survival received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury.
When I was quite young I came across a collection of [Franz] Kafka stories and read "The Judgment. " I was just floored by that story. I couldn't understand it. I still don't. I'm talking about something I read more than 50 years ago. That story left a little scar on me.
My back is so scar-tissued that you couldn't find a place to slip a knife.
My scar is beautiful. It looks like an arrow.