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.
GASTON BACHELARDHe who ceases to learn cannot adequately teach.
More Gaston Bachelard Quotes
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Any comparison diminishes the expressive qualities of the terms of the comparison.
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A clear conscience is, for me, an occupied conscience-never empty-the conscience of a man at work until his last breath.
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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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The spoken reverie of substances calls matter to birth, to life, to spirituality.
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The metaphor is – an origin, the origin of an image which acts directly, immediately.
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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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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.
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When the image is new, the world is new.
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There is no original truth, only original error.
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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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Why should the actions of the imagination not be as real as those of perception?
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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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A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
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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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Words are clamor-filled shells. There’s many a story in the miniature of a single word!
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