You live half your age. Half of it is filled with memories. The remaining half, you live for the memories.

If you have experienced a real happiness before, you will all the time hope to get that experience once again and once again and once again... We age and we know it has an ending. We look back and live in the past with memory. Memories are beautiful. They are the hopes of your future.

Friends last but good memories will live forever until you leave the memories.

I don't wanna live in dreams, I wanna live my dreams.

Live as if you are, die as if you are not.

Live like you dream, dream like you live.