A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
GASTON BACHELARDTo 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.
More Gaston Bachelard Quotes
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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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To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.
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Instead of looking for the dream in reverie, people should look for reverie in the dream. There are calm beaches in the midst of nightmares.
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Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that child’s world and thus a world event.
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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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There is no original truth, only original error.
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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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One must live to build one’s house, and not build one’s house to live in.
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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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It is better to live in a state of impermanence than in one of finality.
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The words of the world want to make sentences.
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So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.
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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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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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Our house is our corner of the world.
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