Pain is an old friend.
Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.
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]
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.
Nothing changes behaviour like pain.
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.
That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.
Pain reminds you the joy you felt was real.
Pain can be controlled. You just disconnect it.
Me. It was all me, James. It’s always been me. The author of all your 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?
Learning’s always a painful process.
