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Words are clamor-filled shells. There’s many a story in the miniature of a single word!

Gaston Bachelard

So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.
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Childhood Fire Flare Forgot Ourselves
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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Dreams Life Live Load Ourselves Passion Remain Solitude Time
The words of the world want to make sentences.
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Sentence Word World
To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.
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Experience Image Imagination Kill
The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.
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Love Preparation Soul Sweet
Why should the actions of the imagination not be as real as those of perception?
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Action Imagination Perception Reality
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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Childhood Children Cover Imagination Ourselves Possible Solitary
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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Breathe Conscience Empty Man Myself
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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Dedication Dream Green Imagination Meadow River
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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Happiness Illusion Image Live Nourish Sweet
Instead of looking for the dream in reverie, people should look for reverie in the dream. There are calm beaches in the midst of nightmares.
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Calm Dreams Nightmare People
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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Awake Consciousness Fall Harmony Poetic Record
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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Help History Liberty Name Original Ourselves Return Solitude Spiritual
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.
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Home Imagination Ourselves Room Space Symbol
The metaphor is – an origin, the origin of an image which acts directly, immediately.
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Act Direct Image Origin
An excess of childhood is the germ of a poem.
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Childhood Excess Germ Poem

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