“As we made love, our scars met,grazing long enough for mine to say“He tries to hide me,”and for yours to reply“I know I embarrass her.”“He never learned how to swim,” whispered my scar.“She got picked last in gym class,then cried into her pillow,” replied yours.Just then, a huge wound opened in me.You touched it. It closed.I was filled, fully healed, and I knewI would never be able not to love you.”

“Angelique, with both hands open, lying limply on her knees, was giving herself. And Felicien remembered the evening on which she had run barefoot through the grass, so adorable that he had pursued her, and whispered in her ear, "I love you". And he understood full well that only now had she replied, with the same cry, "I love you." And he understood full well that only now had she replied, with the same cry, "I love you", the eternal cry that had finally emerged from her wide-open heart. "I love you... Take me, carry me away, I am yours.”

“She wanted Kristen to do all the horrible things she said she would do to her and to have her physical pain from Kristen’s hate replace her mental pain from her father’s love. Pain that comes from the outside was much easier to endure. The wounds heal, the scars go away, and it’s over. She could move on. She would live on and forget her pain. The wounds caused by her father, that festered inside Simone’s heart, mind, and blood would never heal. She would never be able to just move on and forget the scars.”

“There's a pain we can never heal,it's okay to have the wound,the scars would remind us how we got it,”

“I felt a hole boring through my heart. It was carving a scar that would never heal. I was a man. A man doesn't cry at lost love. Never. Instead, he turns hard. From now on, I would live up to my name"...Rattler.”

“He scarred her arm...but she did not care because she loved him and she knew that love leaves a wound that leaves a scar.”