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.
GASTON BACHELARDOne must live to build one’s house, and not build one’s house to live in.
More Gaston Bachelard Quotes
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Ideas are invented only as correctives to the past. Through repeated rectification of this kind one may hope to disengage an idea that is valid.
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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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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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One must always maintain one’s connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it.
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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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The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears its truth.
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The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.
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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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Why should the actions of the imagination not be as real as those of perception?
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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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He who ceases to learn cannot adequately teach.
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The cleverer I am at miniaturizing the world, the better I possess it.
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The reverie would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.
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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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