From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says, "I survived. "
It was a light that shone over our faces, our wounds and scars. It was a light so brilliant and white it could have been beamed from heaven, and Brian and I could have been angels, basking in it. But it wasn’t, and we weren’t.
One learns better than to hand one's choices to fear. With age, with every wound and scar, one learns.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
Wounds turn into scars and scars make you tough.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.
You don't learn from successes; you don't learn from awards; you don't learn from celebrity; you only learn from wounds and scars and mistakes and failures. And that's the truth.
Time heals all wounds. But not this one. Not yet.
Ye living soldiers of the mighty war, Once more from roaring cannon and the drums And bugles blown at morn, the summons comes; Forget the halting limb, each wound and scar: Once more your Captain calls to you; Come to his last review!
