The blank page gives us the right to dream.
GASTON BACHELARDThe spoken reverie of substances calls matter to birth, to life, to spirituality.
More Gaston Bachelard Quotes
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He who ceases to learn cannot adequately teach.
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The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.
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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 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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The reflected world is the conquest of calm.
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There is no original truth, only original error.
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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 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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Love is never finished expressing itself, and it expresses itself better the more poetically it is dreamed.
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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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Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.
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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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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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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.
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