Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.
GASTON BACHELARDIf I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
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The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears its truth.
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The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.
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Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.
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When the image is new, the world is new.
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There are reveries so deep, reveries which help us descend so deeply within ourselves that they rid us of our history. They liberate us from our name. These solitudes of today return us to the original solitudes.
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To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful.
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The words of the world want to make sentences.
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The past of the soul is so distant! The soul does not live on the edge of time. It finds its rest in the universe imagined by reverie.
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Why should the actions of the imagination not be as real as those of perception?
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Ideas are invented only as correctives to the past. Through repeated rectification of this kind one may hope to disengage an idea that is valid.
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The metaphor is – an origin, the origin of an image which acts directly, immediately.
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If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
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Love is never finished expressing itself, and it expresses itself better the more poetically it is dreamed.
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The cleverer I am at miniaturizing the world, the better I possess it.
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The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.
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