Pain is an old friend.
Now, the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, and, reminds us, that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one.
Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.
My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone; in fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others.
You want to know my powers, know who I am, see what I can do? I’ll show you. Think of the person you love most in your life. Your wife. Mother. Daughter. Now that person will know what it is to lose someone they love. And live with that pain. Forever.[to his coworkers]
Pain reminds you the joy you felt was real.
Nothing changes behaviour like pain.
Listen to the pain. It’s both history teacher and fortune teller. Pain teaches us who we are, Wade. Sometimes, it’s so bad, we feel like we’re dying. But we can’t really live till we’ve died a little, can we?
We’re going to wait, and we’re going to wait, and we’re going to wait, until they feel the pain, until they start to bleed.
That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.
People think they understand pain. They have no concept of it beyond their own worst experience.
Pain can be controlled. You just disconnect it.
