Charles Xavier (professor X)

Just because someone stumbles, loses their way... doesn't mean they're lost forever.

— You sneaking around in here, Charles? Whatever are you looking for?
— I'm looking for hope.

— How is that seduction technique working for you?
— I'll tell you in the morning.

There is so much more to you than you know. Not just pain and anger. There is good, too. I felt it. When you can access all of that, you'll possess a power no one can match. Not even me.

— Don't give up on them, Eric.
— What would you have me do, Charles? We heard these arguments before.
— It was a long time ago. Mankind has evolved since then.
— Yes, into us.

Countless choices define our fate. Each choice, each moment... a ripple in the river of time. What do you want us to do with him, Enough ripples... and you change the tide. I'll take him from here. For the future is never truly set.

It's not their pain you're afraid of. It's yours, Charles. And as frightening as it may be... that pain will make you stronger. If you allow yourself to feel it... embrace it... it will make you more powerful than you ever imagined. It's the greatest gift we have... to bear their pain without breaking. And it's born... from the most human power. Hope.

— Things are better. The world is better.
— Maybe in Westchester. Out there, mutants are still running... hiding, living in fear. Just because there's not a war, doesn't mean there's peace.

The first step in understanding one's power... is learning the extent of it.

— My tolerance for your smoking in the mansion notwithstanding, smoke that in here and you'll spend the rest of your days under the belief you are a six-year-old girl.
— Can you do that?
— I'd have Jean braid your hair. Welcome back.

You have more power than you can imagine, Jean. The question is, will you control that power... or let it control you?

The mind of a psychic is a fragile thing. It takes only the slightest tap to tip it in the wrong direction.

I'll help you get her. Not for any of your future shite, but for her.

— Doesn't it ever wake you in the middle of the night? The feeling that someday they will pass that foolish law... or one just like it and come for you... and your children?
— It does, indeed.
— What do you do when you wake up to that?
— I feel a great swell of pity for the poor soul... who comes to that school looking for trouble.