WELL-REMEMBERED

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well-remembered adjectiv

de neuitat / săpat (adânc) în memorie.

Exemple de propoziții și/sau fraze:

“I,” observed a well-remembered voice, when I had bowed and murmured something, “have seen Mr. Copperfield before.”

(David Copperfield, de Charles Dickens)

“My dear Watson,” said the well-remembered voice, “I owe you a thousand apologies. I had no idea that you would be so affected.”

(The Return of Sherlock Holmes, de Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

A strange thrill it gave to the young squire to see the well-remembered white dress once more, and to hear the measured tolling of the deep vespers bell.

(The White Company, de Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

And it was the voice of a human being—a known, loved, well-remembered voice—that of Edward Fairfax Rochester; and it spoke in pain and woe, wildly, eerily, urgently.

(Jane Eyre, de Charlotte Brontë)

I was returning along the well-remembered route, and had reached a spot within a mile or so of the marsh of the pterodactyls, when I saw an extraordinary object approaching me.

(The Lost World, de Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

As I passed the well-remembered door, which must always be associated in my mind with my wooing, and with the dark incidents of the Study in Scarlet, I was seized with a keen desire to see Holmes again, and to know how he was employing his extraordinary powers.

(The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, de Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

The well-remembered ground was soon traversed, and I came into the quiet streets, where every stone was a boy's book to me.

(David Copperfield, de Charles Dickens)

I was still listening in thought to her well-remembered tones—still picturing her pale and spiritual aspect, her wasted face and sublime gaze, as she lay on her placid deathbed, and whispered her longing to be restored to her divine Father's bosom—when a feeble voice murmured from the couch behind: Who is that?

(Jane Eyre, de Charlotte Brontë)

When I looked down at the trampers whom we passed, and saw that well-remembered style of face turned up, I felt as if the tinker's blackened hand were in the bosom of my shirt again.

(David Copperfield, de Charles Dickens)

When my thoughts go back, now, to that slow agony of my youth, I wonder how much of the histories I invented for such people hangs like a mist of fancy over well-remembered facts!

(David Copperfield, de Charles Dickens)

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