Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that child’s world and thus a world event.
GASTON BACHELARDA book is always an emergence above everyday life. A book is expressed life and thus is an addition to life.
More Gaston Bachelard Quotes
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He who ceases to learn cannot adequately teach.
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Our house is our corner of the world.
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To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer.
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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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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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To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.
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If we did not have a feminine being within us, how would we rest ourselves?
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So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.
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The reflected world is the conquest of calm.
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All knowledge is in response to a question. If there were no question, there would be no scientific knowledge. Nothing proceeds from itself.
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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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Why should the actions of the imagination not be as real as those of perception?
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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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Words are clamor-filled shells. There’s many a story in the miniature of a single word!
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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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