Now the girl would live always in the young man's memory as he had seen her for those few enchanted hours of a July afternoon.

"A moment that will live for ever in my memory," he said.

"If you go to her, the faces of your family will live only in your memory."

It lives in my memory, with the fascination of a remarkable picture.

I was 6 years old at the time, but the moment lives in my memory.

That wild flight through the night lived in her memory for years to come.

It would just have to live on in his memory, a question never to be answered.

Until the day she died, the image of his limp body would live in her memory, a coldness.

He got up with a smile that lived in my memory.

November 29, 1929 is the day that now lives in the world's memory.