If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.
生活中唯一的限制是你为自己设定的限制。
幸福不是现成的东西,它来自于你自己的行动。
Everyone wants a better life: very few of us want to be better people.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.