The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What's left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.

If we could learn to look instead of gawking,
We'd see the horror in the heart of farce,
If only we could act instead of talking,
We wouldn't always end up on our arse.
This was the thing that nearly had us mastered;
Don't yet rejoice in his defeat, you men!
Although the world stood up and stopped the bastard,
The bitch that bore him is in heat again.

Do not fear death so much but rather the inadequate life

Don’t be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.

Don't be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.

I don't know if scars heal, but I know wounds heal, that's for sure.