In my memories of a ride at the fair.

At my age, memories aren't enough.

I could've been happy living in my world separate from yours without my memories.

I don't want to get my memories back.

My memories are so pleasant, as it is.

Even more beautiful than my memories of you.

Memories or not, he isn't my Uncle Ira.

I have extremely fond memories of my Hyundai Excel.

Stories accompany me, keeping my pieces and memories together,

I got my memories back while you were gone.

One of my childhood memories is asking my mother about a curious custom.

Am I going to forget my entire culture and all of my thoughts, all of my knowledge and all of my memories, the best memories of the war are probably the childhood stories?

All our memories are reconstructed memories.

Even though your memories are gone... you're still my protective shield.

Then, I'll try one more time to find my memories again.

I was thinking only of myself, my own memories and feelings.

It isn't often I have a chance to share my memories.

Some of my most beautiful memories are associated with this road.

Memories...

The memories are flooding in.

I carry you with my memories, don't cry, don't cry, dooon't cry...

I write in shame, sitting in my house, unable even to stop eating and drinking, trapped in my memories of you. Nothing can intercede on my behalf.

Hello all my youthful visitors. You've all come here in order to create memories of your youth.

Stories accompany me, keeping my pieces and memories together, like an existential glue.

The simple conversations and everyday encounters while travelling are of my dearest memories.

But tonight with you and my memories... it's all crashed down on me.

His memories are sealed in there.

Stop wallowing in your foul memories.

and memories,

Memories Go change

To our memories.

Brings back memories.

Respect her memories.

What about memories?

And some memories.

Walking past this with my wife en route to Le Parc des Buttes Chaumont is one of my happiest memories.

There is an armed thug in my head and my happy thoughts are littered with bombs. A thousand checkpoints and snipers stop memories from flowing.

You accumulate knowledge throughout your life in memories.

Memories wander in and out of his heart

One of my worst memories of childhood was coming home in the third grade to find everything that I owned,

If I want to get my memories back, will I be able to get them back?

Great memories are learned.

It's called reconstructed memories.

Too many memories, huh?

Thinking of those memories,