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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.

Gaston Bachelard

To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer.
GASTON BACHELARD

Expression Life Live Oneself Philosophy Poor Understand
The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears its truth.
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Conscious Listening Oneself Truth
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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Home Imagination Ourselves Room Space Symbol
Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.
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Creation Desire Difference Man Need
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
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
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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Dedication Dream Green Imagination Meadow River
If 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.
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Benefit Dreams Home Peace Protection
The night dreamer cannot articulate a cogito. The night dream is a dream without a dreamer.
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Dreamer Dreams Night
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
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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Destiny Future Image Language Oneself Poetry Speech
The words of the world want to make sentences.
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Sentence Word World
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
Love is never finished expressing itself, and it expresses itself better the more poetically it is dreamed.
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Dreams Expression Love Poet
The reflected world is the conquest of calm.
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Calm Reflection World
The spoken reverie of substances calls matter to birth, to life, to spirituality.
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Born Call Life Spirituality Substance

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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