All 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 BACHELARDThe blank page gives us the right to dream.
More Gaston Bachelard Quotes
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We understand nature by resisting it.
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When we are children, people show us so many things that we lose the profound sense of seeing… And just how could adults show us the world they have lost! They know; they think they know; they say they know.
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The words of the world want to make sentences.
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Cosmic reveries separate us from project reveries. They situate us in a world and not in a society. The cosmic reverie possesses a sort of stability or tranquility. It helps us escape time. It is a state.
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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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When the image is new, the world is new.
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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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We must listen to poets.
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To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.
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The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears its truth.
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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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To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful.
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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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The house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
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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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