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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.

Gaston Bachelard

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.
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Children Dreamer Listening Sea Word World
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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Children Event Life World
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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Dreams Life Live Load Ourselves Passion Remain Solitude Time
For a knowledge of intimacy, localization in the spaces of our intimacy is more urgent than determination of dates.
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Date Determination Intimacy Knowledge Local Space Urgent
A book is a human fact; a great book like Seraphita gathers together numerous psychological elements. These elements become coherent through a sort of psychological beauty. It does the reader a service.
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Beautiful Book Fact Greatness Human Reading Service Togetherness
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
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Beautiful Born Existence Kind Language Special
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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Growth Space Tree
At all times and in all fields the explanation by fire is a rich explanation.
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Explanation Fire Rich Time
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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Distance Edge Imagination Live Past Soul Time Universe
We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.
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Expression History Lost Poet Poetry Reality
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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Blank Dreams Empty Ourselves Page Right Word
The reverie would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.
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Happiness Illusion Image Live Nourish Sweet
Our whole childhood remains to be reimagined. In reimagining it, we have the possibility of recovering it in the very life of our reveries as a solitary child.
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Childhood Children Cover Imagination Ourselves Possible Solitary
Why should the actions of the imagination not be as real as those of perception?
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Action Imagination Perception Reality
The cleverer I am at miniaturizing the world, the better I possess it.
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Better Clever Myself Possession World
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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Help History Liberty Name Original Ourselves Return Solitude Spiritual

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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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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