A Quote by Paulo Coelho

I don't regret the painful times; I bare my scars as if they were medals. — © Paulo Coelho
I don't regret the painful times; I bare my scars as if they were medals.
I don't regret my painful times, i bare my scars as if they were medals. I know that freedom has a high price, as high as that of slavery; the only difference is that you pay with pleasure and a smile, even when that that smile dimmed by tears
There's no regret more painful than the regret of things that never were.
I regret that I was never an athlete. I regret there isn't time in life. I regret that so many of my friends have died. I regret that I was not brave at certain times in my life. I regret that I'm not beautiful. I regret that my conversation is largely with myself. I'm not part of the conversation of the world.
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.
God will not look you over for medals degrees or diplomas, but for scars.
I have tons of pictures of myself as a kid with my medals, and they were never gold medals.
On the last day, Jesus will look us over not for medals, diplomas, or honors, but for scars.
I'm a guy who wins medals rather than runs fast times, so for me, what keeps me going is winning medals for my country and making my nation proud.
But, for all that, they had a very pleasant walk. The trees were bare of leaves, and the river was bare of water-lilies; but the sky was not bare of its beautiful blue, and the water reflected it, and a delicious wind ran with the stream, touching the surface crisply.
Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
It's not the physical scars that are the most painful.
Scars are medals branded on the flesh, and your enemies will be frightened by them because they are proof of your long experience of battle.
Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful.
Where are the marks of the cross in your life? Are there any points of identification with your Lord? Alas, too many Christians wear medals but carry no scars.
The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.
But I'm after medals more than anything. Championships don't get taken away from you but records do, so I think I'd rather have medals at every championships rather than times. A world record would be a bonus, but I'm still only 25 in 17 days.
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