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.
GASTON BACHELARDCosmic reveries separate us from project reveries. They situate us in a world and not in a society. The cosmic reverie possesses a sort of stability or tranquility. It helps us escape time. It is a state.
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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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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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A book is always an emergence above everyday life. A book is expressed life and thus is an addition to life.
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The words of the world want to make sentences.
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Empirical description involves enslavement to the object by decreeing passivity on the part of the subject.
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Through imagination, thanks to the subtleties of the irreality function, we re-enter the world of confidence, the world of the confident being, which is the proper world for reverie.
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To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer.
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The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.
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We must listen to poets.
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Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.
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To disappear into deep water or to disappear toward a far horizon, to become part of depth of infinity, such is the destiny of man that finds its image in the destiny of water.
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By listening to certain words as a child listens to the sea in a seashell, a word dreamer hears the murmur of a world of dreams.
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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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There is no original truth, only original error.
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Childhood lasts all through life. It returns to animate broad sections of adult life… Poets will help us to find this living childhood within us, this permanent, durable immobile world.
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Every corner in a house, every angle in a room, every inch of secluded space in which we like to hide, or withdraw into ourselves, is a symbol of solitude for the imagination; that is to say, it is the germ of a room, or of a house.
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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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The cleverer I am at miniaturizing the world, the better I possess it.
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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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For a knowledge of intimacy, localization in the spaces of our intimacy is more urgent than determination of dates.
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Our whole childhood remains to be reimagined. In reimagining it, we have the possibility of recovering it in the very life of our reveries as a solitary child.
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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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Cosmic reveries separate us from project reveries. They situate us in a world and not in a society. The cosmic reverie possesses a sort of stability or tranquility. It helps us escape time. It is a state.
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What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak… It was born in the moment when we accumulated silent things within us.
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An excess of childhood is the germ of a poem.
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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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