Deepak Chopra Quotes

memory is the only way home.

I think it would be just to say the most essential characteristic of mind is memory, using this word in its broadest sense to include every influence of past experience on present reactions.

A person's memory is everything, really. Memory is identity. It's you.

Memory really matters...only if it binds together the imprint of the past and the project of the future, if it enables us to act without forgetting what we wanted to do, to become without ceasing to be, and to be without ceasing to become.

On the stem of memory imaginations blossom.

If I forget, then it might as well never have happened. Memory is liberty.

And never forget, there is memory.

Memory is the basis of every journey.

[Memory] is a passion no less powerful or pervasive than love. It is [the ability] to live in more than one world, to prevent the past from fading, and to call upon the future to illuminate it.

Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories - and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories.

I think memory is essential to what we are. If we - we wouldn't be able to talk to each other without memory. And what we think of as the present really is the past. It is made out of the past.

I do enjoy thinking about the past.

She said I bet you dont remember me And I said only every other memory.

If I just concentrate I can walk into memory's store and find the right shelf with the right film and disappear into it.

People who have gone, are still here, in us. Places we came from, are carried to the places we go.

Memory is the best of all gardens. Therein, winter and summer, the seeds of their past lie dormant, ready to spring into instant bloom at any moment the mind wishes to bring them to life.

In memory, you can access something from the past, anything that you've experienced that you remember - it's there. Now, you might have a memento of it in a photograph or in a film or a building or some clothes that you wore. There might be something that connects you to this memory. But all of us are just all caught in this time, whatever that is.

Memory feeds imagination.

My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. We possess nothing certainly except the past.

We can only be faithful to what we remember, and we remember only what we have known.

The act of memory is an act of ghostwriting.

Memory is everything. Without it we are nothing.

To be identified with your mind is to be trapped in time: the compulsion to live almost exclusively through memory and anticipation. This creates an endless preoccupation with past and future and an unwillingness to honor and acknowledge the present moment and allow it to be. The compulsion arises because the past gives you an identity and the future holds the promise of salvation, of fulfillment in whatever form. Both are illusions.

Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!

The past is able to close round certain moments, as if they were seeds, and deliver them again fresh and living in the present.