Silk didn't care if it slid over scars or smooth, untouched skin. I'd earned my right to be paranoid.
You can’t walk away from someone you love, leave them drowning in your desertion. If love has no more meaning than that, you can keep it. I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its scars.
Bones heal, pain is temporary, and chicks dig scars
Losing a family member, and her dying knowing she didn't have to die, that. . . is a scar that will last forever for the people remaining, and even with good actions and good words, that scar will never disappear. Ever.
I have a scar on my forehead and the bangs were an attempt to cover that. Life sort of pushed a hair change on me, which has actually been really fun to play with. It does add a little bit of maintenance, but I have a teeny-tiny flat iron that I bought on Amazon for $20 and that has been my lifesaver. Even if all I do to get out the door is flat iron my bangs, I feel like I'm good to go.
I live for a woman who scratches, just make sure to keep it on the back, baby, I dont like scars. " ~Otto Carvalletti
without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.
But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.
If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far.
He would bear scars because of me, as I carried them for him.
I dislike people who get out of things unscraped. No scars, no scratches. Agnosceo veteris vestigia flamme. Refined through a scar.
Scars speak more loudly than the sword that caused them.
. . . Her entire life has been devoted to healing the deepest, most invasive unseeable scar that one can ever have.
When I was a kid, I was at a bowling alley and I ran into a soda machine. I still have the scar on my right eyebrow obviously.
Never ran away for the sake of scars.
Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.
There is no shame in scars, Ismae.
It has long been a tradition among novel writers that a book must end by everybody getting just what they wanted, or if the conventional happy ending was impossible, then it must be a tragedy in which one or both should die. In real life very few of us get what we want, our tragedies don't kill us, but we go on living them year after year, carrying them with us like a scar on an old wound.
I find flaws attractive. I find scars attractive.
I had that in Sochi, then this year I got plantar fasciitis in my right foot. That's what has been really bugging me. It's a lot of scar tissue on the bottom of my right foot and (I feel it) every time when I pick for a flip or a Lutz. But mostly when I land on it, I can feel it the most. It's still not healed, it's still bugging me here, but I'm doing what I can.