In my memories, I was never far from the water.

Some memories went back 50 years, and others just to last year.

Memories of the years with her husband have not come back.

Too bad we can only go home again in our memories.

We may never know, as they say about memories of 35 years ago.

I'll have these memories with me the rest of my life.

You have to give them some memories to remember the game.

We will always have great memories of our work together.

They are the public eyes for so many private memories.

In a sense the house has never lost its memories.

But I do have some good memories of the 60's.

But could I go inside with all its memories for me?

And she lives on in many individual memories, including my own.

With so many memories, how can I stay in the present?

He got to his feet, memories coming back to him.

I'm not even sure he has any real memories of him.

We can record new memories of change for the better.

Now they are both gone, and all I have left is their memories.

She seemed to be lost in memories of her own for a moment.

But for them American no longer means the good life, just bad memories.

What right had I to good times now, or memories?

And yet the two memories would not be the same.

What's going to be left when all the memories come back?

Memories he'd been trying to deal with for a long time now.

One way or another, she would set her memories to rest.

But they are still with us, through the process of memory.

Yet I have no memory of her actually being in our house.

So go see them now, before they are just a memory.

Last week, for example, he wanted students to think about memory.

At least, I have had a good memory in my life.

Her memory will always live on with all of us.

His memory will long live on in those who knew him.

I believe the only thing you can give away is your memory.

Of course, memory always makes the past seem better than the present.

I wanted to keep the home where his father's memory is.

How can any one of them stand out in memory?

He has no memory of being told about his father's change.

Now the country must deal with the memory and the future.

All she has is the memory of her mother, who died recently.

But for the first time in memory, nothing came out.

For the first time in his memory, she seemed old.

Will he even be able to face the memory himself?

In memory her face is always turned away from me.

In the morning, he was without any memory of the night before.

Something from a former world, a part of a deep memory.

And what was your first memory of going to school?

He seems not to believe you have lost your memory.

We have another memory from a girl who was then 16.

When I was at the table is a memory, now.

Almost never, if you really put your memory to work.