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The blank page gives us the right to dream.
Gaston BachelardGaston Bachelard 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 BachelardGaston Bachelard Why should the actions of the imagination not be as real as those of perception?
Gaston BachelardGaston Bachelard Any comparison diminishes the expressive qualities of the terms of the comparison.
Gaston BachelardGaston Bachelard We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.
Gaston BachelardGaston Bachelard If we did not have a feminine being within us, how would we rest ourselves?
Gaston BachelardGaston Bachelard The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears its truth.
Gaston BachelardGaston Bachelard The cleverer I am at miniaturizing the world, the better I possess it.
Gaston BachelardGaston Bachelard 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.
Gaston BachelardGaston Bachelard The reverie would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.
Gaston BachelardGaston Bachelard We were dirt poor but we had each other. We didn’t need much to have a lot.
Brad NeatonBrad Neaton Always show kindness and love to others. Your words might be filling the empty places in someone else heart.
Alexander KandovAlexander Kandov One quick sip of your memory I let it slip, and I go on without you.
Emma SchippersEmma Schippers If the scars on my heart were visible to the naked eye, maybe you’d think twice about inflicting more.
Laura Natoli-KearneyLaura Natoli-Kearney I am getting better at forgetting you. I am slowly but steadily learning the art of forgetting you.
Juana GarciaJuana Garcia Paper and pen petrify me, for they pierce right through me, drawing deep blue blood, leaving me utterly cold.
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