My special training...also known as "If he falls, he dies"!
—Kenji Kurokawa, Shamo
He cut corners, pushed hard. I mean you either came out a superman or a wreck. A lot of kids snapped. A few died.
— Kaidan Alenko, Mass Effect 1
No, bring your blade to parry. Then across. Try again. No, that's totally wrong! Ten lashes for getting blood on my uniform. Medic!
— Sgt. Linus Razreil, Drill Instructor, Catachan Muster Point C, Warhammer 40,000
If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball.
— Patches O'Houlihan, Dodgeball
I'm really beginning to question your teaching methods!
— Fishlegs, being chased by a grouchy Deadly Nadder in How to Train Your Dragon
Pain is weakness leaving the body.
— U.S. Marine Corps saying
Ares: The Osborn mortal recently came to me. He said...
Norman Osborn, in flashback: (Ö) Choose some men. Form a squad. Train them however you think they should be. Let's see what comes out the other end.
Ares, recently: And Ares found himself confused. Would the mortal be fine if the bags of broken bones and blood came out the other end?
Norman Osborn, in flashback: As long as they were the best-trained bags of broken bones and blood on the planet, sure.
I have attained ultra speed by training, and training, and training, all while wearing 100-ton boxers!
—Mid-Boss, Disgaea: Hour of Darkness
I would create men of quality enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the heroes at Troy. Not all of you, of course, but the best. Or maybe the ones I just want to see in pain.
—Ares, Dark Avengers: Ares
Rule #1 of Popo's training, you do not talk about Popo's training!
—Krillin, Dragonball Z Abridged
Maguro: Okay then, let's being training. Producer Kurokami Maguro's Beast Management Course. First you need to select your course. Course A will bring unspeakable pain throughout your entire body. Even a demon would scream from it. By the way, I can't guarantee it will succeed or your life. In Course B you'll sleep then wake up the best. So which will it be?
Medaka & Zenkichi: Course A.
Kjelle: "For today, just do a thousand reps. We'll raise that by a hundred a day."
Her trials were agonising. Through the Door, she relived the worst moments of the primordial war. Her dearest friends died again, each failing she had ever made was presented anew. And her shock, her numbness, was stripped away, baring the full realisation of her death, the state of the living world she had left behind, and the reality of the darker reflection she now inhabited. But something was different, something in the process reacted strangely to her dead soul; and as she gripped her soul in hand, her Zanpakuto given full weight and reality, she felt the touch of death lift a little; felt a little touch of living essence pulse in her heart once more.
Though still dead, Creation beckoned once more. She was reborn, and the essence of rebirth itself flooded the weapons that were her soul.
— This untitled crossover fic
Each of the Legions has now nominated aspirants seeking to throw themselves upon our mercy in the vain hope that we may deem them worthy to join our ranks. Those loyal to the shrunken corpse on Terra still cling to their own processes by which perhaps one in a hundred neophytes may survive to become a battle brother. The methods I have developed over the last millennia are more stringent, for we must be pure in our hatred and hard of heart, body and soul. Fewer than one in every thousand survive, and I strive each day to lengthen these odds still further.
— Fabius Bile, Warhammer 40K
My father reckoned that the best way to teach children how to swim was to throw us into the sea from the pier. We sank like stones. Me and my siblings thus spent half of our childhoods roaming the seafloor, trying to find our way back to the shore. That's how I ended up in Sweden.
— Mark Levengood
If you havenít died from hard work, just work harder.
—Sign on Hengshui High School, China, best known as the Exam Sweatshop.