Any comparison diminishes the expressive qualities of the terms of the comparison.
GASTON BACHELARDWhat is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak… It was born in the moment when we accumulated silent things within us.
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The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams.
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At all times and in all fields the explanation by fire is a rich explanation.
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Childhood knows unhappiness through men. In solitude, it can relax its aches. When the human world leaves him in peace, the child feels like the son of the cosmos.
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What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak… It was born in the moment when we accumulated silent things within us.
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To disappear into deep water or to disappear toward a far horizon, to become part of depth of infinity, such is the destiny of man that finds its image in the destiny of water.
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An excess of childhood is the germ of a poem.
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The cleverer I am at miniaturizing the world, the better I possess it.
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The reflected world is the conquest of calm.
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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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The words of the world want to make sentences.
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The blank page gives us the right to dream.
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Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.
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If we did not have a feminine being within us, how would we rest ourselves?
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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 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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