I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.

She sobbed the way she did everything else- with passion and excess.

Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting.

Scars are just a treasure map for pain you've buried too deep to remember.

Love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow — beautiful while it’s there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.