It’s a shallow life that doesn’t give a person a few scars.
I like someone who is a little crazy but coming from a good place. I think scars are sexy because it means you made a mistake that led to a mess.
I got scars on my face that tell some kind of story. I’m looking in the mirror, and I got one scar that’s really two scars – half from a baseball bat and half from playing football in college. I’ll tell you, though, after a while, your face gets so wrinkled up you can hardly see them.
Scars are a truly beautiful thing. Yes, they can be a little ugly on the outside, but scars show that you’re a survivor, that you made it through something, and not only did you make it through, but now you’re stronger and wiser and more educated because of that tough time that you went through.
Our veterans gave everything for this great country – often serving in far-off corners of the world and returning with scars, not all of which are visible.
The love of the family, the love of one person can heal. It heals the scars left by a larger society. A massive, powerful society.
It’s the progressive left in this country that has viciously and systematically slimed female conservatives for their beliefs. We have the well-worn battle scars to prove it.
I don’t want to make a cheap analysis, but when you have, like I did, a father incapable of showing emotion, who spends his life telling you that no one will love you if you aren’t perfect, it leaves scars.
Today, I don’t have any psychological scars, because I am a realist and an optimist. After all, I can’t lose my legs twice.
A really strong woman accepts the war she went through and is ennobled by her scars.
Painful events leave scars, true, but it turns out they’re largely erasable. Jill Bolte Taylor, the neuroanatomist who had a stroke that obliterated her memory, described the event as losing ’37 years of emotional baggage.’
The scars on the face have always given me a sense that I’m not a very attractive person. I’m always unsure of myself, of my facial self.
I love scars.
Middle school left some scars, as I’m sure it did for many of us. When my body started to change, I felt a bit like I was living inside a stranger. People began responding to me differently, which was confusing.
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 scars of my own. Not just acne scars.
I think all women go through periods where we hate this about ourselves, we don’t like that. It’s great to get to a place where you dismiss anything you’re worried about. I find flaws attractive. I find scars attractive.
I have a lot of scars, man. My mother said that a man is not a man unless he has a scar on his face. And what she meant by a scar was some kind of battle that you had to go through, whether it was psychological or physical. To her, a scar was actually beautiful and not something that marred you.
This little kid pointed at me and said, ‘You look disgusting!’ That was the first time I thought maybe I did. I decided I’d better start eating. I’m just thankful that I made it through with relatively few scars.
I have scars from every film I have made. There is nothing to protect actors. They treat you worse than a dog. You work like a slave, and you know, I like it. That is the way it should be. Every film should be like your last.
When we learn from experience, the scars of sin can lead us to restoration and a renewed intimacy with God.
The love of the family, the love of one person can heal. It heals the scars left by a larger society. A massive, powerful society.
Historic scores cannot be settled, and scars cannot be obliterated.
I got scars on my face that tell some kind of story. I’m looking in the mirror, and I got one scar that’s really two scars – half from a baseball bat and half from playing football in college. I’ll tell you, though, after a while, your face gets so wrinkled up you can hardly see them.
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.
I’m very pleased with how far I’ve come, and I see my injuries and my scars and all my buddies and everybody that was at Walter Reid with me, you know I see it almost as a form of character.
There’s a lot of black men running around with crazy trauma scars, and they should be going to therapy. They should be sitting down and talking to people. But they can’t. If you’ve got the armor of being a man, and the armor of being a black man, that hyper-masculine thing can make those scars deeper.
When we censor our history by disguising our scars, we belittle this process and the struggles our ancestors fought so hard to overcome. America doesn’t cower behind political correctness. It defiantly and courageously moves forward, with its history as a reminder of where we have been.
When I heard the word ‘cancer,’ I was in bits. I panicked, I think everyone does, it was very scary, horrible. Thankfully, the melanoma does not appear to have spread. They’ll continue to monitor me, I’ve got scars on my face, on my back. Good thing I was never worried about my good looks.
I got scars from every film I’ve done, every TV show.
Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
While the scars of the monstrous Civil War still remain, the wounds have closed since 1865, in large part, because of the civility of Grant and Lee.
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