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 BACHELARDOur whole childhood remains to be reimagined. In reimagining it, we have the possibility of recovering it in the very life of our reveries as a solitary child.
More Gaston Bachelard Quotes
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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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One must always maintain one’s connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it.
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Why should the actions of the imagination not be as real as those of perception?
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There is no original truth, only original error.
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He who ceases to learn cannot adequately teach.
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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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If we did not have a feminine being within us, how would we rest ourselves?
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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 a knowledge of intimacy, localization in the spaces of our intimacy is more urgent than determination of dates.
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We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection.
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To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.
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Love is never finished expressing itself, and it expresses itself better the more poetically it is dreamed.
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Our whole childhood remains to be reimagined. In reimagining it, we have the possibility of recovering it in the very life of our reveries as a solitary child.
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Words are clamor-filled shells. There’s many a story in the miniature of a single word!
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An excess of childhood is the germ of a poem.
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