I am remembering the word.

Fifth Man The first thing I remember ...

I remember meeting him in Paris.

I am remembering their addresses.

I remember.

I remember seeing you last year.

I remember my mother when I see this.

I recall my childhood with pleasure.

Now that I see these pictures, I remember.

When I think back on what I did, I feel pretty stupid.

I recall feeling so good at that time.

I frequently recall my happy childhood.

I remember the happy days we spent together.

When I hear that song I remember my youth.

Every time I see it, I remember him.

I mention in my book, They Call Me Coach.

I recall less and less of my childhood.

I still think about her from time to time.

Whenever I hear that song, I remember my youth.

When I see this picture, I'm reminded of our holiday.

When I hear that song, I remember my younger days.

Each time I see this picture, I remember my father.

Now when I look back, the transplant was actually the easiest part.

to retrieve all the moments,

When I look of this photo I remember my family.

They remind me of how my mother raised me.

I recall negotiations with my Chinese counterpart when I was Governor of Hong Kong.

Every time I see this picture, I remember my father.

Every day I remember what the city was like, and the war.

I appeal to my ancestry only in one single case when I encounter an anti Semite.

I remember my image of you was that you were up on the shore yelling at me.

Well I think back to my childhood, a good part of which I spent, after being born here in Chicago, I spent in Europe.

Now that years have passed, when I remember it, I am surprised that it could have grieved me so much.

I recall how it all started, what I thought about, even where I set when I decided to start the action.

This is the only thing that goes through my head over and over again when I remember the little girl that was torn into pieces.

I recall now only the first hushed, frightened whispers of disaster from a family friend.

And I remember instantly I am in Germany in this I had to go for a one day trip.

I can still see Hillary doing the shots of rye, dribbling down her chin, with the steel workers.

He still made me cry with laughter on those nights.

I am looking down on Central Park and recall from half a century ago in a small town in Northern Romania a tall, white haired man proclaiming his poem, The Colors Red and Black. Gazing over the park, I remember those Stalinist era verses

It s moments like this that I remember that what I do is nothing nothing comparable to what my colleagues risk in the field each day. Andy Carvin ( acarvin) August 19, 2014

If you're asking for the secret, I'm afraid I'm as ignorant as you are, she says. Looking back now it feels like I must have looked up almost every other word in the dictionary.

I see and hear Bronek in Castel Gandolfo, addressing Pope John Paul II.

I think of Shakespeare's Shylock If you prick us, do we not bleed, and if you tickle us, do we not laugh?

And I remember an exhibition design I made for John Maeda, and for the Foundation Cartier in Paris.