We all have scars, Wharick. Mine happen to be on the the outside," Kathel answered but knew what he said wasn't entirely true. He bore scars on the inside as well.
I have scars. No one alive today doesn't. But Alex's scars have to be much deeper than mine.
Scars we have today are the constant reminder of our past. They are our auto energizer in our journey toward the future. No need to fear the scars.
Banzai: Oh, Scar, it's just you. Shenzi: We were afraid it was somebody important. Banzai: Yeah, you know, like Mufasa. Scar: I see. Banzai: Now that's power. Shenzi: Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder. Banzai: Mufasa! Shenzi: Oooo...
Loneliness is just a passing disillusion we can conquer by acknowledging those around us.
The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.
Young Simba: What am I gonna do? Scar: Run. Run away, and never return. [Simba leaves and hyenas come out of the mist] Scar: Kill him.
They said the doctors could tell from the scars." "Stop." "Scars can tell you how old the wound is." "Stop." "When I stopped going to school, they came and found me. They found me in the closet." "Sarah.
Shut up and do not think. All the theorists agree: shut up and keep the words from being said. And all of the scars will remain invisible; and all of the scars will remain under the skin. Where they belong.
Like officer Dave.He's never said much about his life, but I can tell he's scarred. And he knows I'm scarred too. The wounded always recognize the wounded. We can smell each other.
Sarabi: Mufasa? Adult Simba: No. It's me. Sarabi: Simba? But how...? Adult Simba: It doesn't matter. I'm home. Scar: Simba? Simba! Well, it sure is a surprise to see you... [turns to the hyenas] Scar: ...*alive*!
Scar: [after forcing Simba to the edge of a cliff while a fire burns below] Now this looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Hm, let me think. Oh, yes, I remember! This is just the way your father looked before he died. [He claws Simba's paws ...
To be acceptable is for one to ignore his weakness while knowing his strength, to cover the scar even though it's always there, however, to be impossible is for one to see his weakness as, not an adversary, but the cherry on top of his strength, to r...
Young girls are like helpless children in the hands of amorous men, whatever is said to them is true and whatever manipulation on their bodies seems like love to them, sooner or later, they come back to their senses, but the scars are not dead inasmu...
Is it bad to like the way the scars look on my skin? Oh, the way they feel under my hands. My body’s protecting itself, saying, “No, this barrier of scar tissue is to keep you out.
Adult Simba: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart. Scar: Oh, Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom... Adult Simba: Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.
Scar: Why! If it isn't my big brother descending from on high to mingle with the commoners. Mufasa: Sarabi and I didn't see you at the presentation of Simba. Scar: That was today? Oh, I feel simply awful.
The attempt to prevent our kids from struggling for fear it might scar their permanent records is, instead, scarring them for life.
I averted my eyes, looked around, and stumbled through all the faces in the room till they finally rested on his. He was standing like a scared bird, waving one wing and using the other to hide his scar. Aya Rabah- Scars
Peter was struck by the scar’s essential nature: it was not a disfigurement, it was a miracle. All the scars ever suffered by anyone in the whole of human history were not suffering but triumph: triumph against decay, triumph against death.
I have a scar-a faint gouge in my knee from when I fell down on the sidewalk as a child. It's always seemed stupid to me that none of the pain I've experienced has left a visible mark; sometimes, without a way to prove it to myself. I began to doubt ...
