To 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.
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.
GASTON BACHELARDChildhood lasts all through life.
GASTON BACHELARDBy 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 house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
GASTON BACHELARDWe comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection.
GASTON BACHELARDA book is always an emergence above everyday life. A book is expressed life and thus is an addition to life.
GASTON BACHELARDA special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
GASTON BACHELARDThe spoken reverie of substances calls matter to birth, to life, to spirituality.
GASTON BACHELARDThe characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.
GASTON BACHELARDEvery 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.
GASTON BACHELARDDreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.
GASTON BACHELARDAt all times and in all fields the explanation by fire is a rich explanation.
GASTON BACHELARDWe understand nature by resisting it.
GASTON BACHELARDThrough imagination, thanks to the subtleties of the irreality function, we re-enter the world of confidence, the world of the confident being, which is the proper world for reverie.
GASTON BACHELARDThe reverie would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.
GASTON BACHELARDAll 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.
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