These scars... They are not just scars. They are apart of you. They can tell a whole story to a person who doesn't even know you. They can be the ticket to the way you are treated. These scars... They are you.
The wound heals, the scar remains.
A wound heals but the scar remains.
Secret 5.56.45. The scar confirms the beauty, the beauty the scar.
When I see your scars, do I want to erase them? Absolutely. But not your physical scars. The real ones, beneath the surface. The ones that compel you to stay silent or force you to cringe. Those are the scars I want to obliterate.” His finger circl...
Mufasa: Don't turn your back on me, Scar! Scar: Oh, no, Mufasa. Perhaps *you* shouldn't turn your back on *me*. Mufasa: [roars, runs to stand before him] Is that a challenge? Scar: Temper, temper. I wouldn't *dream* of challenging you. Zazu: Pity! Wh...
A lot of us grow up and we grow out of the literal interpretation that we get when we're children, but we bear the scars all our life. Whether they're scars of beauty or scars of ugliness, it's pretty much in the eye of the beholder.
Mufasa: [above the stampeding wildebeasts] Scar! Broth-brother, help me! Scar: [Scar puts his claws into Mufasa's paws] Long live the King. [throws him into the stampede] Mufasa: Aaaaah! Young Simba: Nooooooooo!
Wounds turn into scars and scars make you tough.
The scars we get in our childhood …scars that never heals
Zazu: [singing] Nooooobody knows the trouble I've seen. / Nooooobody knows my sorrow. Scar: Oh, Zazu, do lighten up. Sing something with a little *bounce* in it. Zazu: [singing] It's a small world after all... Scar: NO! No. *Anything* but that! Zazu:...
There is no better surgeon than one with many scars.
She just keeps kissing my scars. Every scar. She knows about them all. She watched them all appear and heal. Sophie's lips against me make every punch, every kick, every wound, every scar worth it.
They each had scars to deal with. Scars of a different kind, but scars nonetheless. If he could say something--anything--to make a difference, he'd do it, but there simply wasn't anything left to say. The reality of that made him downright sad.
I'm not talking about the scars that separate your skin, Parker. I'm not blind, I can see those. I'm talking about the scars much deeper than that. The scars that exist within you. The ones you actually try to hide.
Misery is a scar on the soul, that if it begins in childhood, it lasts the whole lifetime. I understand that no two scars are alike, but I also ask myself; even if these scars are not alike, aren’t these things engraved on our souls signed by which...
Adult Simba: Tell them the truth! Scar: But Simba truth is in the eye of the behold... Scar: [Simba chokes him, he whispers] All right. All right. I did it. Adult Simba: So they can hear you! Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Scar: Ahh, so you haven't told them your little secret. Well, Simba, now's your chance to tell them. Tell them who is responsible for Mufasa's death! Adult Simba: [pause] I am. Sarabi: [whispering] It's not true. Tell me it's not true. Adult Simba: I...
Jack Palance was my distant uncle - that's the family gossip. Growing up, my family knew everything about his face getting burned and scarred in the military and how that mutilation led him to become such a famous 'heavy' in films. I prayed for good ...
Banzai: I thought things were bad under Mufasa. Scar: What did you say? Banzai: I said Muf... [Shenzi elbows him] Banzai: I said, uh... Que pasa? Scar: Good. Now get out. Banzai: Yeah, but... we're still hungry. Scar: *Out*!
A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.
