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.
GASTON BACHELARDThere 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.
GASTON BACHELARDWe understand nature by resisting it.
GASTON BACHELARDAn excess of childhood is the germ of a poem.
GASTON BACHELARDWhy should the actions of the imagination not be as real as those of perception?
GASTON BACHELARDOur 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.
GASTON BACHELARDNobody knows that in reading we are re-living our temptations to be a poet. All readers who have a certain passion for reading, nurture and repress, through reading, the desire to become a writer.
GASTON BACHELARDThe metaphor is – an origin, the origin of an image which acts directly, immediately.
GASTON BACHELARDWe must listen to poets.
GASTON BACHELARDThe characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.
GASTON BACHELARDThe blank page gives us the right to dream.
GASTON BACHELARDA house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.
GASTON BACHELARDOur house is our corner of the world.
GASTON BACHELARDAll 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.
GASTON BACHELARDA 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.
GASTON BACHELARDIf 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.
GASTON BACHELARDBy 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.
GASTON BACHELARD