It’s not only love that resides in the heart, John. It’s pain.
It’s just pain. All you can do is carry it. But it’s heavy. And the more you deny it, the more you run from it, the heavier it gets. If you don’t make peace with it, it will crush you.[to John]
If a man wants to find his true self, inside or out there, don’t matter, got to shatter his substance. Heavy blows from chisel and hammer.
I’ve learned, in many such situations, that pain is stronger than loyalty and patriotism. But the question of this afternoon is, is pain stronger than love?[to Daniel]
I’ve learned you can always make things more painful.
I see their pain. On some level, I even understand their pain. I just can’t feel their pain.
I promised my confession. And here it is. I knew. Deep down. In the witching hour. I knew. I knew I would climb to the top of the tower on a pile of corpses. And we told them, it was about soothing the world’s pain. That’s the biggest lie we told. You can’t eliminate pain. There is no such thing as a painkiller. And imagine if we’d put that on the bottle. I bet I still could have sold it.[to Dupin]
I don’t understand grief. Don’t make no sense to me. You know, you find a way to step over it and move past it, go around it, but that emptiness, it don’t ever go away.[to Ben]
Good Book says pain is its own teacher.
From blood and pain come perfection.
Feuds are never about hate. Feuds are about pain.
Feel like s***? Good. That means you’re alive.[to Ed]
