Man is an imagining being.
GASTON BACHELARDThe 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.
More Gaston Bachelard Quotes
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The reflected world is the conquest of calm.
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A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
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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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To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful.
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There is no original truth, only original error.
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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 house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.
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Words are clamor-filled shells. There’s many a story in the miniature of a single word!
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Any comparison diminishes the expressive qualities of the terms of the comparison.
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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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So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.
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When we are children, people show us so many things that we lose the profound sense of seeing… And just how could adults show us the world they have lost! They know; they think they know; they say they know.
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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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We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection.
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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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