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 BACHELARDThe reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.
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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 words of the world want to make sentences.
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We must listen to poets.
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The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.
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A house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.
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Why should the actions of the imagination not be as real as those of perception?
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We understand nature by resisting it.
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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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The dream remains overloaded with the badly lived passions of daytime life. Solitude in the nocturnal dream is always a hostility. It is strange. It isn’t really our solitude.
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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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A book is always an emergence above everyday life. A book is expressed life and thus is an addition to life.
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The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.
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If we did not have a feminine being within us, how would we rest ourselves?
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The metaphor is – an origin, the origin of an image which acts directly, immediately.
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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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