Laura Brown: It would be wonderful to say you regretted it. It would be easy. But what does it mean? What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. There it is. No one's going to forgive me. It was death. I chose life.
The Hours
There are sometimes when sharing is not enough, crying is not enough. And you just have to live with that. When everyone can tell you are suffering, and they cry with you, but they just cry. And there are some other moments when you can't even cry, because the pain is louder than the sound, and all you have it's the sound of silence and the hours. You have to face that the time passes, everything passes despite what you feel, and you have to choose: to live or not to live. To pass through the hours and give them a meaning or let them pass while you have your own little interior pain show.
Why should you live?
Because, in the end, 'we stay alive for each other'.
