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An odd thing happens when we die. Taste, touch, smell, and sound become a distant memory, but our sight --ah, our sight expands, and we can suddenly see the world we've left behind so clearly. Of course, most of what's visible to the dead could also be seen by the living, if they'd only take the time to look. ÎÒÃÇËÀÈ¥ÒÔºó¾Í»áÓÐÆæ¹ÖµÄÊÂÇé·¢Éú£¬ÎÒÃǵĸоõÏûʧÁË£¬Î¶¾õ¡¢´¥¾õºÍÌý¾õ¶¼³ÉΪңԶµÄ»ØÒ䣬µ«ÊÇÎÒÃǵÄÊÓ¾õ£¬Ëü±äµÃ¿ªÀ«ÁË¡£ÎÒÃÇÄÜͻȻ°Ñ±»ÎÒÃÇÈÓÔÚÉíºóµÄÕâ¸öÊÀ½ç¿´Çå³þ¡£µ±È»£¬´ó¶àÊýËÀÈËÄÜ¿´¼ûµÄÊÀ½ç£¬»î×ŵÄÈËÒ²ÄÜ¿´Çå³þ£¬Ö»ÒªËûÃÇÔ¸Ò⻨ʱ¼äÈ¥¿´¡£
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Yes, I remember the world --every detail. And what I remember most is how afraid I was. What a waste. You see, to live in fear is not to live at all. I wish I could tell this to those I left behind, but would it do any good? Probably not. I understand now -- there will always be those who face their fears... and there will always be those who run away.
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When I was alive, I maintained many different identities --lover, wife, and ultimately, victim. Yes, labels are important to the living. They dictate how people see themselves.
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People, by their very nature, are always on the lookout for intruders. Trying to prevent those on the outside from getting in. But there will always be those who force their way into our lives, just as there will be those we invite in. But the most troubling of all will be the ones who stand on the outside looking in...the ones we never truly get to know.
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We are all searching for someone, that special person who will provide us what's missing in our lives. Someone who can offer companionship...or assistance...or security. And sometimes, if we search very hard, we can find someone who provides us...with all three. Yes, we're all searching for someone, and if we can't find them, we can only pray they find us.
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We've all done something in our lives we're ashamed of. Some of us have fallen for the wrong man. Some have let go of the right woman. There are those who have humiliated their parents and those who have failed their children. Yes, we've all made mistakes that diminish us and those we love. But there is redemption if we try to learn from those mistakes and grow.
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Everyone enjoys a game of make-believe now and then. Of course, the ways in which we play can vary greatly. Sometimes, we tell ourselves work won't interfere with our family life. Sometimes we imagine certain relationships to be more meaningful than they really are. Occasionally we put on a show, as if to convince ourselves our secrets aren't really all that terrible. Yes, the game of make-believe is a simple one. You start by lying to yourself. And if you can get others to believe those lies, you win.
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The world is filled with good fathers. How do we recognize them? They're the ones who are missed so terribly that everything falls apart in their absence. They're the ones who love us long before we've even arrived. They're the ones who come looking for us when we can't find our way home. Yes, the world is filled with good fathers. And the best are the ones who make the women in their lives...feel like good mothers.
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Sooner or later, the time comes when we all must become responsible adults and learn to give up what we want so we can choose to do what is right. Of course, a lifetime of responsibility isn't always easy. And as the years go on, it's a burden that can become too heavy for some to bear. But still, we try to do what is best, what is good--But for those we love.
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We all honor heroes for different reasons. Sometimes for their daring. Sometimes for their bravery. Sometimes for their goodness. But mostly we honor heroes, because at one point or another, we all dream of being rescued. Of course, if the right hero doesn't come along, sometimes we just have to rescue ourselves.
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Yes , each new day in suburbia brings with it a new set of lies. The worst are the ones we tell ourselves before we fall asleep , we whisper them in the dark to ourselves, telling ourselves we are happy , or that he is happy , that we are change , or that he will change his mind, we persuade ourselves we can live with our sins, or that we can live without him , yes each night before we fall asleep , we lie to ourselves , the desperate ,desperate hope , that come morning ,it will all be true
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Yes ,everyone love the scandal , no matter how big of small ,after all , what could be more entertaining . that watching the downfall of the high and mighty ? what could be more amusing ,than the public exposure of hypocritical sinners. Yes, everyone loves a scandal, and if for some reason ,you are not enjoying the latest one¡well ,the next one is always around the corner.
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We all honor heroes for different reasons , sometimes for their daring , sometimes for their bravery , sometimes for their goodness, but mostly we honor heroes , because at one point or another, we all dream to be rescued ,of course if the right heroes doesn¡¯t come along , sometimes we just have to rescue by ourselves .
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Children come into the world with its own agendas, some to brighten our days , some to test our patience , some to give up purpose , some to take care of us , yes when they come , children change everything. Especially when they¡¯re not invited.
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Yes, life is a journey, one that is much better traveled with a companion by our side. Of course, that companion can be just about anyone: a neighbor on the other side of the street...or the man on the other side of the bed. The companion can be a mother with good intentions...or a child who's up to no good. Still, despite our best intentions, some of us will lose our companions along the way. And then the journey becomes unbearable. You see, Human beings are designed for many things, But loneliness isn't one of them.
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Spring comes every year to Wisteria Lane. But not everyone remembers to stop and smell the flowers. Some are too busy worrying about the future or mistakes they've made in the past. Others are preoccupied with not getting caught or thinking of ways to catch someone else. Still, there will always be a few who remember to take a moment and appreciate what Spring has given them, just as there will always be those who prefer to sit in the dark, brooding over everything they've lost.
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The vow is simple, really. Those who take it promise "to stay together, for better or for worse,
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Nothing is forever. And the time comes when we all must say goodbye to the world we know. Goodbye to everything we had taken for granted. Goodbye to those we thought would never abandon us. And when these changes finally do occur, when the familiar has departed and the unfamiliar has taken its place, all any of us can really do is to say hello and welcome.
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It's an odd thing to look back on the world , to watch those I left behind. Each, in her own way , so brave so determined, and so very desperate , desperate to venture out, but afraid of what she¡¯ll miss when she goes. Desperate to get everything she wants, even when she is not exactly sure of what that is, desperate for life to be perfect again, Although she realizes their never really was, desperate for a better future, if she can find a way to escape her past , I am not only watch, I cheer them on , these amazing women, I hope so much that they¡¯ll find what they¡¯re looking for , but I know not all them will. Sadly¡ that¡¯s just not the way life works, not everyone gets a happy ending.
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Everyone enjoys a game of make-believe now and then. Of course, the ways in which we play can vary greatly. Sometimes we tell ourselves work won't interfere with our family life.. Sometimes, we imagine certain relationships to be more meaningful than they really are. Occasionally, we put on a show, as if to convince ourselves our secrets aren't really all that terrible. Yes, the game of make-believe is a simple one. You start by lying to yourself... And if you can get others to believe those lies, you win.
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Everyone in the world needs someone they can depend on--be they faithful friends, determined advocates or a loving family. But occasionally in life, the people who we thought would always be there for us, leave. And if that happens, it's amazing the lengths we'll go to to get them back.
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Yes, cameras are tools designed to capture images. But in truth, they can capture so much more. They can uncover hidden longing of men who should no longer care. They can reveal the extraordinary secrets of the most ordinary marriages. Most amazing of all, cameras can quietly and clearly reveal to us our dreams--dreams we didn't even know we had.
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Yes, it can happen so quickly. Life as we know it can change in the blink of an eye.
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In every housewife's closet, there's an article of clothing that tells you more about its owner than she would want you to know. It might be a T-shirt that she despises but wears without complaint. Perhaps it's some lingerie, she knows isn't hers, but refuses to discuss... Or a dress she once loved, that she can no longer bear to look at this. You can learn a lot about women from what they choose to wear. You can learn even more by what they choose to take off, and who they take it off for.
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Power, it's the type of thing most people don't think about, until it's taken away. Whether it's the political power of the many,or a lover's influence over just one. We all want some sort of power in our lives, if only to give ourselves choices. Yes, to be without choices, to feel utterly powerless, well...it's a lot...like being alone...in the dark.
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Anyone can end up a victim...injured by the actions of others. But whether the damage is inflicted by a cunning ex-wife...or a blow delivered by the object of our affection...the time comes when we must pick ourselves up and continue on our journey. And if we can't, then all we can pray for...is rescue.
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