Scars exist to show that I existed. I myself don’t have any scars, but every single one of my friends has a healed up knife wound deep in their back.

Because a scar means you survived. It means you’re tough and hard to kill. It means you lived. A scar is something to admire.

nobody makes it through life without collecting a few scars on the way out.

Because nobody goes though life without a scar.

(...the non-conformist, how do you keep from getting scarred?)/i don’t! i got a scar here…and uh i got a scar on my knee…and uh a few scars on my soul.

We all have scars, we gonna have more. Rather than struggle against time and waste it, let’s dance with time and redeem it. Cause we don’t live longer when we try not to die. We live longer when we are too busy living.

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.

Whatever doesn't kill you, it's gonna leave a scar

We all bear scars,... Mine just happen to be more visible than most.

Never be ashamed of a scar. In the end, scars tell the story of our lives, everything that hurt us, and everything that healed us.

Sometimes you could see the scars and sometimes you couldn’t. But everybody had them.

Our scars are the brightest Parts of us.

"She is about to add, "I have scars, inside me," but she stops herself. What is a scar, Oh Toby? That would be the next question. Then she'd have to explain what a scar is. A scar is like writing on your body. It tells about something that once happened to you, such as a cut on your skin where blood came out."