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.
GASTON BACHELARDTo live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer.
More Gaston Bachelard Quotes
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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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Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that child’s world and thus a world event.
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Poetry is one of the destinies of speech… One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.
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A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.
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So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.
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Childhood knows unhappiness through men. In solitude, it can relax its aches. When the human world leaves him in peace, the child feels like the son of the cosmos.
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Childhood lasts all through life.
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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 verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.
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When the image is new, the world is new.
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One must live to build one’s house, and not build one’s house to live in.
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At all times and in all fields the explanation by fire is a rich explanation.
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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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To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful.
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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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