Jean Valjean: Brevet, Lombard, Bertin. Look at me. You recognize me? I recognize you, Brevet. You were an informer in Toulon, I see you're still a snitch. Brevet: Valjean? Jean Valjean: Hello, Brevet. [turns to Lombard] Jean Valjean: And you, Lombard...
I am more than my scars.
Wounds may heal, but the scars remain.
Shut off the internal bashing.
No one escapes this life without scars . . . not even God.
Sorrow spares no one, and scars respect no person.
When wounds are healed by love, The scars are beautiful.
Events That Haunt The Mind And Scar It With Nightmares Are Never What They Seem...
Give her the continent and she wanted the hemisphere.
Scars can actually be proof of a healing wound.
Injuries heal, but wrinkles are the scars of time.
Love heals scars love left
You'll always be the deepest scar on my heart.
To the loving eye, even smallpox scars are beautiful.
Scars show toughness: that you've been through it, and you're still standing.
Betrayal leaves a gigantic scar which can never be seen ...
To grow up with the loss of your mother is a scar that never goes away.
We are still living in the aftershock of Hiroshima, people are still the scars of history.
God will not look you over for medals degrees or diplomas, but for scars.
Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love.
It's the ones without scars - those are the people you have to watch out for...
