A memory like that could keep a man going for a long time.

They were still in shock during the those hours while the memories keep flashing back.

Christ, though, the memories kept coming back like a tide.

Only the sheer memory of past circumstances kept him alert.

In the wild, a good memory and fear keep the horse alive.

Once the experience was over, the memory kept replaying in her mind.

The memories keep coming back, and we must be put them behind us.

But his memory keeps interrupting the peace he is trying to make with himself.

And all the time his memory kept on nagging at him.

It is knowing that the memories I pass down to her will keep me from feeling pain the next time.