He who ceases to learn cannot adequately teach.
GASTON BACHELARDReverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.
More Gaston Bachelard Quotes
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Our house is our corner of the world.
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For in the end, the irreality function functions as well in the face of man as in the face of the cosmos. What would we know of others if we did not imagine things?
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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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Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.
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Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.
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The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.
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To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful.
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We understand nature by resisting it.
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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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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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The only possible proof of the existence of water, the most convincing and the most intimately true proof, is thirst.
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The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.
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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 spoken reverie of substances calls matter to birth, to life, to spirituality.
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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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