memories造句

Memories are just memories, but memories can not go back.

Real memories never fade.

From the other, memories meet.

Those deep buried memories, like shadows, run through our memories.

Deleted is memories, but memories remain in the heart.

Build on the good memories.

Many people live in memories. Memories are not important. What matters is what memories left behind.

The music conjured up my memories.

My memories here will never fade.

They were memories that cannot hurt.

Important people have short memories (mockingly).

Those memories must always be permanent mark.

Perhaps, behind every bustle, there will be countless grief, like memories, but memories and loneliness.

After all, memories of the past, how can I live by memories.

Everyone has memories of everyone. There are tears and laughter in their memories.

I still retain the memories of flying just as if they were real-world memories.

But no matter how busy, it is impossible to abandon those wonderful memories. Those memories which have become memories are lingering on from beginning to end.

I know that no one can live forever in memories, though memories are so beautiful, but memories are the kind of pain.

Memories of the future are sour, though the happy memories are often recalled, because friends and friends left behind are only memories left.

Every nook and cranny of this place brought back memories.

Childhood, memories, memories, past wounds, wounds, and eventually grow. The older you grow, the more uneasy it is.

Creditors have better memories than debtors. (Benjamin Franklin, American President).

This place lor=# cc0066> conjures up vivid memories.

Dementors force us to relive our very worst memories.

Talk about my fond memories of my cousin?

Not only do they give their clients great memories, they also cherish the memories lovers give them.

So the boy opened the box of smoke up. Side smoke, memories and girls love side day, love memories.

Wandering in yesterday's smoke and dust, the memories of smoke fade away in the mist of memories with the ages.

Because you have recollection, you will be afraid, because you have had memories, so you will occasionally hesitate, because you have memories, so you will be reserved, because you have had memories, so you gradually become hesitant.

The article wrote eiko memories, memories of joy, sorrow, a severe punishment… But it is love. Read this reminds me of his father, not a ripple on heart…

Thee results suggest that solid, "life long" memories form some time at or after the age of 10 - before these memories are more fragile and liable to fade.

People will have selective memories, so sometimes memories are deceiving. I basically don't believe in memoirs. After all, human brain is not a computer.

When memories can only be memories, everything is too late. When the past becomes a story, all can no longer go back.

Time, time, is always the best time to become memories, but memories can only bring a little yearning for the past and most regrets.

What is your regret?Do you have any memories that haunt you at night?

I tell myself, no longer miss you, but memories are in mind.

To a large extent, the excitement is fueled by memories of Salinger's most famous work.

The moment when dreams excavate memories seem to be scars and tears.

A smile discreetly appears as memories past and thoughts of the future travel through my soul.

We are too close to our memories, too far away from freedom. Sometimes not forget, just fall in love with memories. A hesitation, a betrayal, an accident, enough to make it wither. Get rid of everything and disappear.

I was born in Shanghai, lived in Shanghai, schooled in Shanghai... and all my memories [of childhood] were from Shanghai.

Wipe away the tears, let the breeze sing, listen with a simple heart, do not think much of the past, memories are memories after all. Next second, be strong yourself.

That may help explain why children's earliest memories are so unstable: Their neural traces are weak and shallow, whereas the few memories we revisit as we get older lay down stronger traces.

Life is nothing more than a poem of the past, a wine of memories, a drink of memories of this glass of wine, regardless of how painful the initial fall, we have to move on.

People in life, there are always some sad memories, make people tears, you can not be able to look back, and there are always some sweet memories, let people intoxicated, obsessed and forget to return.

Say goodbye to the 2008, for me, the bitter memories from zero seems really turned over when the bell.

The growth of synaptic connections takes place during the first few hours of learning and storing of short-term memories.

I wanted to do it at my high school because of all the great memories I had there.

Andrew, Lisa and Bruce listened attentively, but Celia, preoccupied with private memories, found her thoughts wandering and caught only snatches.

The researchers concluded that this region of the visual cortex, known as layer six of region V2, is responsible for creating visual memories.

There she wassure they would be able to live each day with no yesterdays and no memories tothreaten or histories to follow them.

This gives me a revelation, life can still be very beautiful before it ends, and can still inspire and give people memories of brilliant beauty…