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Gaston Bachelard
To feel most...
To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful, ready always to apprehend in the flow of...
Literary imagination is...
Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.
Poetry is one...
Poetry is one of the destinies of speech. . . . One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to...
Ideas are refined...
Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of...
Childhood lasts all...
Childhood lasts all through life. It returns to animate broad sections of adult life. . . . Poets will help us to...
The characteristic of...
The characteristic of scientific progress is our knowing that we did not know.
I am a...
I am a dreamer of words, of written words. I think I am reading; a word stops me. I leave the page. The syllables of...
Ideas are invented...
Ideas are invented only as correctives to the past. Through repeated rectifications of this kind one may hope to...
A special kind...
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
One must always...
One must always maintain one's connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it. To remain in touch with...
So, like a...
So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.
Source:...
Reverie is not...
Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the...
Man is a...
Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.
Source: The Psychoanalysis of...
The words of...
The words of the world want to make sentences.
Source: The Poetics of Reverie, ch....
To live life...
To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no...
Even a minor...
Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that child's world and thus a world...
Man is an...
Man is an imagining being.
Source: The Poetics of Reverie, ch. 2, sct. 10 (1960;...
A word is...
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The...
There is no...
There is no original truth, only original error.
Source: Fragments of a Poetics of...
The great function...
The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams.