The reverie would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.
GASTON BACHELARDWe comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection.
More Gaston Bachelard Quotes
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The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.
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A clear conscience is, for me, an occupied conscience-never empty-the conscience of a man at work until his last breath.
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So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.
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A book is a human fact; a great book like Seraphita gathers together numerous psychological elements. These elements become coherent through a sort of psychological beauty. It does the reader a service.
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Instead of looking for the dream in reverie, people should look for reverie in the dream. There are calm beaches in the midst of nightmares.
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The cleverer I am at miniaturizing the world, the better I possess it.
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Rilke wrote: ‘These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.
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The dream remains overloaded with the badly lived passions of daytime life. Solitude in the nocturnal dream is always a hostility. It is strange. It isn’t really our solitude.
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If we did not have a feminine being within us, how would we rest ourselves?
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At all times and in all fields the explanation by fire is a rich explanation.
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The only possible proof of the existence of water, the most convincing and the most intimately true proof, is thirst.
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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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We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection.
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Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.
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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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