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

Our scars are the brightest Parts of us.

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.

To be alive at all is to have scars.

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.

(...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.

Scars speak more loudly than the sword that caused them.

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

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

Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.

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

a scar is stronger than skin.

Men have scars, women mysteries.