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What's your favorite memory from childhood?

What is your earliest memory from childhood?

What is your earliest childhood memory?

Independent media are practically extinct.

The memory of her husband's grief did not poison her happiness.

GV What is your favorite memory when you look back at your travels?

I have a dim memory of my grandmother.

Remembrance and forgiveness have allowed our remembered nightmares to be consigned to the past.

Taking a swim while being surrounded by urban architecture is unconventional indeed, but perhaps that's the point.

Among Jews and other minorities, another historical memory may also play a part the protection of the imperial state.

But I don't remember exactly how it happened, but I have one recollection, which was pretty strong in my mind.

Moreover, the memory of her refusal, and the part he had played in it, tormented him with shame.

I understand that it is painful for her, but the reasons are so important that one must passer pardessus toutes ces finesses de sentiment.

But the memory of that steeplechase long remained the most painful and distressing memory of his life.

I will tell you,' said Varenka simply and without waiting for a reply continued 'Yes, there is a memory attached to it and it was painful once.

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Indeed, it called the opposition interahamwe, invoking the memory of the Hutu militia that slaughtered 800,000 Rwandan Tutsis in 1994.

T More than a memory it is a feeling of being self paced, that you decide about your own life.

When reminders prompted recollection many years later, they experienced intense distress, finally understanding their abuse from the perspective of an adult.

'Am I not right, you have some memory attached to that song?' asked Kitty. 'Don't tell me about it,' she added hurriedly, 'only say if I am right!'

One sight that still freezes the blood in my veins is running from the Ustashes who were capturing little girls and then brutalizing them.

On the one hand this memory was too terrible to dwell upon, and on the other hand her husband's misfortune had meant for her too great a joy for repentance to be possible.

It was a memory hardly I could remember fr 1982 86, left that area in 1987 and after 15 yrs later once I visited there was very shocking..

This monetary history is relevant because America is no more likely to accept international constraints on its monetary policy today than in the past. The Fed is not prepared to raise interest rates or tighten reserve requirements to restrain economic overheating in Shanghai.

This monetary history is relevant because America is no more likely to accept international constraints on its monetary policy today than in the past.

The memory of the evil done to her husband aroused in her a feeling akin to repulsion, such as a man might feel who when in danger of drowning had shaken off another who clung to him.

He blushed at the mention of Bolgarinov, because he had that morning been to see the Jew and the visit had left an unpleasant impression on his mind.

However much he told himself that he was not at all to blame in that matter, the memory of it, together with other shameful memories, made him start and blush.

He always liked that good natured spendthrift Turovtsin with him was associated the memory of his proposal to Kitty but to day, after all those strained intellectual conversations, Turovtsin's good natured face was particularly welcome.

And just now, when he knew her and loved her in the right way, he had been humiliated before her and had lost her for ever, leaving her nothing but a shameful memory of himself.

The memory of the letter he had written to her also tormented him above all his forgiveness, which no one wanted, and his care for another man's child, burned his heart with shame and regret.

The recollection of his wife's last delinquency irritated him so much that he again became as cold as he had been at the beginning of the conversation. 'I am very grateful for your sympathy, but it is time for me to go,' he said rising.

'No... I don't know if you knew it or not and I don't care, but I will tell you I proposed and was refused, and your sister in law (Catherine Alexandrovna) is now only a painful and humiliating memory to me.'

A vague sense of the accomplished cleaning up of his affairs, a vague memory of Serpukhovskoy's friendship for him, and the flattering thought that the latter considered him a necessary man, and above all the anticipation of the coming meeting, merged into one general feeling of joyful vitality.

The memory of the manner in which, when returning from the races, he had received her confession of unfaithfulness (especially the fact that he had demanded of her only external propriety and had not challenged Vronsky) tormented him like remorse.

There had been in his past, as in that of every man, actions which he realized were bad, and for which his conscience ought to have tormented him but the recollections of those bad actions did not torment him nearly as much as these trivial yet shameful memories.

Besides, he was left with a vague feeling that what the nice kind old man had said to him was not as stupid as it had seemed at first, and that there was something in it that ought to be elucidated.

To remind your son of you might lead to his asking questions which it would be impossible to answer without implanting in his soul a spirit of condemnation for what should be holy to him, and therefore I beg you to take your husband's refusal in the spirit of Christian love.

She lay in bed with open eyes, looking at the stucco cornice under the ceiling by the light of a single burnt down candle, and at the shadow of the screen which fell on it, and she vividly imagined what he would feel when she was no more, when she was for him nothing but a memory.

With her thought of Vronsky was mingled some uneasiness, though he was an extremely well bred and quiet mannered man a sense of something false, not in him, for he was very simple and kindly, but in herself whereas in relation to Levin she felt herself quite simple and clear.