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.
GASTON BACHELARDEmpirical description involves enslavement to the object by decreeing passivity on the part of the subject.
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To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful.
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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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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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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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The words of the world want to make sentences.
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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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Childhood lasts all through life.
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When the image is new, the world is new.
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For in the end, the irreality function functions as well in the face of man as in the face of the cosmos. What would we know of others if we did not imagine things?
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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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Nobody knows that in reading we are re-living our temptations to be a poet. All readers who have a certain passion for reading, nurture and repress, through reading, the desire to become a writer.
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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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We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection.
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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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