The memory of her beauty filled him with fire.
These memories fill him with emotion and seem to make the present fade away.
Even now, long days later, the memory filled him with a bitter rage.
The husband whose memory still hurt and filled me with that same old tormenting guilt.
That last memory filled him with a sudden fury.
The memories filled her head so fast they stunned her.
And now, as if a gate had been flung open, other memories filled her mind's eye.
Even the memory of mining worms filled him with nostalgia.
This memory filled her with something that felt simultaneously like grief and rage.
The myths and memories it releases could fill a book.
