His nerve, his memory, and I can't remember the third thing.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I always have trouble remembering three things: faces, names, and - I can't remember what the third thing is.
Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.
I was trying to figure out what a memory feels like.
As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can't remember the other two.
He who feels compelled to consider the consequences of these facts cannot but realize that the specific sensibility of nerves for certain impressions is not enough, since all nerves are sensitive to the same cause but react to the same cause in different ways.
The memories stayed with him for so long, and stayed vivid. And it didn't matter to me that he'd already repeated that before. I could hear it forever.
My memory's not too good.
The memory is like a cat scratching my heart.
A strong emotion, especially if experienced for the first time, leaves a vivid memory of the scene where it occurred.
I feel that the thing that probably aided me the most in that scene with the dog was the utilization and using an actual recreation, affective memory, if you want to call it, of pain.
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