The next day my friends came together to pack away my clothes, my personal belongings and what was left of my life. Not quite Gabrielle, not quite. How ironic. To have something I tried so desperately to keep secret treated so causally. I'm so sorry, girls. I never wanted you to burden with this.
An odd thing happens when we die. Our senses vanish. 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 only take the time to look.
As I look back at the world I left behind, it's all so clear to me: the beauty that waits to be unveiled, the mysteries that long to be uncovered. But people so rarely stop to take a look, they just keep moving. It’s a shame really, there’s so much to see.
Yes, I remember the world --every detail. And what I remember the 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.
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.
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.
Life was suddenly full of possibilities, not to mention a few unexpected surprises. 生命充满了各种各样的可能，还有一些意想不到的惊喜。
The search for power begins when we're quite young. As children, we're taught that the power of good triumphs over the power of evil. But as we get older, we realize that nothing is ever that simple. Traces of evil always remain.
Competition, it means different things to different people. But whether to friendly rivalry, or fight to the death. The end result is the same . There will be winners, and there will be losers, Of course the trick is, to know which battles to fight, you see, no victory comes without a price.
There is a widely-read book that tells us everyone is sinner. Of course, not everyone feels guilt over the bad things they do . in contrast , there are those who assume more than their share of the blame , there are others who soothe their consciences with small eggs of kindness. or by telling themselves their sins were justified. Finally there are the ones who simply vow to do better next time. And pray for forgiveness, some times there prayers are answered.
People are complicated creatures. On the one hand able to perform great acts of charity, on the other , capable of the most underhanded forms of betrayal, it is a constant battle that rages within all of us ,because the better angels of our nature, and the temptation of our sinner demons, and sometimes the only way to ward off darkness, is to share a light of compassion.
trust is a fragile thing, once earned , it affords us tremendous freedom, but once trust is lost , it can be impossible to recover, of course ,the truth is we never know who we can trust , those we ‘re closest to can betray us , and total strangers can come to our rescue ,in the end, most people decide to only trust themselves, it really way is the simplest way , to keep from getting burned.
We are all search for some one, the special person that who are provide us are missing in our lives, some one who can offer compassion ship, or resistance or security , and sometimes if we search very hard we can find someone who provide ourselves, with all three, yes for all searching for someone, and if we can’t find them , we can only pray, they will find us.
Death is inevitable, it’s a promise made to each of us at birth , but before that promise is kept, we all hope something will happen to us, whether the thrill of romance, the joy of raising a family, or the anguish of great loss, we all hope experience something that makes our lives meaningful, but the sad fact is not all lives have meaning ,some people spend their time on this planet just sitting on the sidelines, waiting for something to happen to them, before it’s too late.
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 life time 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, not only for ourselves, but for those we love, yes ,sooner or later , we must all become responsible adults, no one knows this better than the young.
It's impossible to grasp just how powerful love is, it can sustain us through trying times, or motivate us to make extraordinary sacrifices, it can force decent man to commit darkest deeds, or compel ordinary woman to search for hidden truths, and long after we are gone, love remains, burned into our memories, we all search for love, but some of us, after we’ve found it ,wish we hadn't.
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
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.
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 .
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.
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.
Spring comes every year to Wisteria Lane. It's the time when flowers start to bloom, when butterflies emerge from their cocoons, when bees begin to search for nectar. Spring is also the time when a young man's fancy turns to obsession."
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.
The vow is simple, really. Those who take it promise to stay together, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to honor and to cherish, forsaking all others, until death do us part. Yes, the vow is simple. Finding someone worthy of such a promise is the hard part. But if we can, that's when we begin to live happily ever after.
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.
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 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.