Thesaurus Memorable Novels & Stories

I wondered if they would feel sorry or guilty for killing me. The extraction of my memories began during my childhood. For some reason, I couldn’t remember much. I watched in delight, but Roger’s patience ran thin. “What the hell is this? I’m not interested in her childhood memories. Just skip to the part with Casey in it.” The scientist was caught in a dilemma. “Memories are extracted in chronological order, so we can’t search for specific memories. However, I can prioritize her most memorable experiences.” Caleb slammed the table. “Well? Just do it. Casey hasn’t been gone for long, so the memory must still be fresh for Willow.”

The light remembered. The love remembered. The being remembered. Always. And ever. And on. The welcome remembered. The warmth remembered. The infinite remembered. Forever. The cursed wolf was the first who remembered. The light was the remembering she was. Love was the reason she remembered. The universe remembered. Because we remembered. Together. In every heart remembered. In every choice remembered. In every breath remembered. The light. The love. The remembering. Always. The manor was the heart remembered. The garden was the soul remembered.

"Mem'ries shall f'rev'r beest in thy mind but t is up to thee and only thee if 't be true thee wouldst still wanteth to keepeth those folk. 'r alloweth those folk vanisheth" What? What does she mean by that? [Memories will forever be in your mind but it is up to you and only you if you would still want to keep them... or let them vanish.] I want to ask what lies beyond those words... but before I even have the chance to ask. "To rememb'r, the hath lost mem'ries, one might not but prepareth thy self to experience teen. For nay marchpanes, art hath called if 't be true there is nay sour "

I couldn't tell if this is a direct result of the new battle or then assume again that it's from the explanation itself that my injury hasn't recovered at this point, however, I feel totally and utterly exhausted. "I knew what it meant," he muttered, indulging close to my mate. In any case, I can't remember the words, I'm sad. “Damnatio memoriae,” Gabriel reports quickly, figuring out how to redirect her gaze from the broken field to him. It involves the judgment of memory. Justin is a decent Latina instructor—she shows up without a hint of uncertainty when I cause a commotion. Furthermore, I think it also implies that what the fearmongers have done, whatever this latest product is, is not n

“So we decided to wait till the next day to see if he shows up so that we’ll be able to know if all our theories were actually crazy or we were actually on to something. Today was when everything went weirder.” “What do you mean?” “I met with all my friends today but none of them remembered our conversation about Mr. Thompson and stuff again. They were behaving as if it never happened.” “Remnivores...” “Huh?” “Remnivores are creatures that eat memories. They are very small in size and as a result of that, they’re always looking for a master. Someone bigger and stronger that they’ll work for and in return, they get protection. Someone obviously employed them to remove the memories of all your

I leaned into it without hesitation. “Tell me something,” I said, voice calm, almost curious. “Where were you when the tip came in?” Tessa’s smile didn’t move. “Not here.” “Where?” I pressed, gentle. Her gaze stayed locked on mine. “Why would I remember?” I lifted my shoulders in a small shrug. “Because you’re the kind of woman who remembers leverage.” Tessa’s fingers curled once against her knee. Then she said, lightly, “I remember people. Not dates.”

“I wonder if your mother would’ve changed her mind and named you something else if she would’ve known your name didn’t quite match your personality.” “It’s not my personality,” Memory corrected. “I just get... distracted. I can remember important things. Like people’s birthdays. And favorite colors. And recipes for snickerdoodle cookies—even if I don’t remember to take them out before they burn.” “Now that I’m glad you can remember,” Bryce agreed. “Well, I should get to work.” “What’s that?” Memory asked, noticing a flyer in his hand. The red and green trim looked similar to the one she’d seen blowing down the street earlier.

Kieran said in assurance, Axel nodded in agreement and focused on Thane’s calculative look. Undaunted Thane continued. “Riddle Two.” "I am always the same, yet always different, I can be broken, but never held, I can be given, but never sold. What am I?" Kieran hesitated. "A promise?" Axel interrupted, "No, it's loyalty." Thane's response was calm. "Neither is correct. The answer is 'A Memory'. Memories remain the same in essence, yet differ in recollection. They can be broken or distorted, but can't be physically held. And memories can be shared or given, but never sold like a commodity."

“I don’t want to talk about her.” “Are you sure? You don’t want to talk to me about any . . . feelings you may have about her? I know what it’s like to have your own mother hurt you.” “You do? You remember your mother?” Tom asked with bewilderment. “You don’t have amnesia anymore?” “No, darling, I still have amnesia but I remember things from time to time. It comes sporadically.” “What does sporadica . . . ly mean?” “It means occasionally. I had a memory of my mother . . . doing to me what your mother did to your father.”

She reached for the tea cup from the table next to her and sipped. "Do we really forget? Do you honestly think people have the ability to forget? In mnemonics theory, it says that people retain everything thee eyes see since the day of their birth. I want to be put in the programme, Martin is fighting for it and I think I'm very much well. Besides forgetting is something I'm not capable of Sandra, not when you have hyperthymesia. Maybe it depends on how you look at it." "Yes. It slipped from my mind, that's a big reason why they chose you for the job, right?"