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.
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.
More Gaston Bachelard Quotes
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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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One must always maintain one’s connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it.
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The house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
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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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There is no original truth, only original error.
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Cosmic reveries separate us from project reveries. They situate us in a world and not in a society. The cosmic reverie possesses a sort of stability or tranquility. It helps us escape time. It is a state.
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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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Childhood knows unhappiness through men. In solitude, it can relax its aches. When the human world leaves him in peace, the child feels like the son of the cosmos.
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The reflected world is the conquest of calm.
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It is better to live in a state of impermanence than in one of finality.
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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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We understand nature by resisting it.
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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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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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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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