Remembering

Examples

• There were lines upon his forehead, but Time seemed to have touched him gently, remembering how kind he was to others. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• One was called the Ars Memorandi, or Art of Remembering, and the other the Ars Moriendi, or Art of Knowing How to Die. Rupert S. Holland. Historic Inventions.
• I'll bear in mind the amount in this cheque, Mr. Betteredge, when the occasion comes round for remembering it. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• The effort of remembering that he wanted to speak to me was, but too evidently, the only effort that his enfeebled memory was now able to achieve. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• I fear that the excitement may be too great for you, said Dorothea, remembering Lydgate's cautions. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• I am grateful to you for remembering my feelings. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• He shook his head remembering, then went on. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
• No; but I thank you for remembering me. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Remembering the death of her own little one, she clung desperately to the new babe, with one hand, whenever they were upon the march. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
• Shut up, the woman of Pablo said to him and suddenly remembering what she had seen in the hand in the afternoon she was wildly, unreasonably angry. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
• But, remembering the heavy weight of anxiety which she already had on her mind, I hesitated to add to all the other vexations this new trouble. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• Will you allow me the privilege of remembering my enemy's name? Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• He declined any renewal of the conversation, however, for that night: suddenly remembering that it was past one o'clock. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• I was not even capable of accurately remembering the number of the guests who had sat at the same table with me. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• I cannot leave him even now, without remembering with a pang, at once his modest fortitude and his great sorrow. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.

Edited by Gillian