When you start putting pen to paper, you see a side of your personal truth that doesn't otherwise reveal itself in conversation or thought.
And scars will lighten, they'll pale unless you keep rubbing at them...wait long enough, they'll fade.
Scars fade with time. And the ones that never go away, well, they build character, maturity, caution.
Youth is no protection; in the end, life scars us all.
it's a myth, you know; he doesn't have to draw blood for him to leave a scar.
Be fond of the man who jests at his scars, if you like; but never believe he is being on the level with you.
A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.
My scars tell a story. They are a reminder of times when life tried to break me, but failed. They are markings of where the structure of my character was welded.
Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing.
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.
Markings in dry clay disappear Only when the clay is soft again. Scars upon the self disappear Only when one becomes soft within.
Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again.
When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.
If other people think I'm okay looking, that's great, but I don't see it myself. When I look in the mirror, all I see is a bunch of fake teeth and football scars.
Girls grow up scarred by caution and enter adulthood eager to shake free of their parents' worst nightmares. They still know to be wary of strangers. What they don't know is whether they have more to fear from their friends.
I am so far from being a pessimist...on the contrary, in spite of my scars, I am tickled to death at life.
Sure, scars can be painfull to look at, reminding you where you've been, but they also remind you of how far you've come.
Why is it so tough to forget pain and tougher to remember happiness. We treasure our scars but forget to live on our smiles.
If there was one thing Sam understood, it was guilt. It didn't have to be logical; oftentimes it wasn't. It sawed at your gut relentlessly, tediously, until you wore it like a scar.
Tyler Durden: This is a chemical burn. It will hurt more than you've ever been burned before. You will have a scar.
Hooper: [points to a scar on chest] Mary Ellen Moffat. She broke my heart. [Hooper, Brody and Quint all laugh]
