All knowledge is in response to a question. If there were no question, there would be no scientific knowledge. Nothing proceeds from itself.
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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Any comparison diminishes the expressive qualities of the terms of the comparison.
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Our house is our corner of the world.
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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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The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears its truth.
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Empirical description involves enslavement to the object by decreeing passivity on the part of the subject.
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One must always maintain one’s connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it.
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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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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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The words of the world want to make sentences.
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He who ceases to learn cannot adequately teach.
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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 reflected world is the conquest of calm.
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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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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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