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.
GASTON BACHELARDThere is no original truth, only original error.
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A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
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The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.
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The words of the world want to make sentences.
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So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.
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There is no original truth, only original error.
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Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.
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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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Daydream transports the dreamer outside the immediate world to a world that bears the mark of infinity.
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To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.
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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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The night dreamer cannot articulate a cogito. The night dream is a dream without a dreamer.
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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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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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All the senses awaken and fall into harmony in poetic reverie. Poetic reverie listens to this polyphony of the senses, and the poetic consciousness must record it.
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