A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which… — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share Image
The reverie we intend to study is poetic reverie. This is a reverie which poetry puts on the right track, the track… — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share Image
Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green. — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share
If we did not have a feminine being within us, how would we rest ourselves? — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share
The image can only be studied through the image, by dreaming images as they gather in reverie. It is a non-sense to claim to… — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share
If there is any realm where distinction is especially difficult, it is the realm of childhood memories, the realm of beloved images harbored in… — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share
In scientific thought, the concept functions all the better for being cut off from all background images. In its full exercise, the scientific concept… — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share
It is through the intentionality of poetic imagination that the poet's soul discovers the opening of consciousness common to all true poetry. — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share
In writing, you discover interior sonorities in words. Dipthongs sound differently beneath the pen. One hears them with their sounds divorced. — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share
Here we are at the very core of the thesis we wish to defend in the present essay: reverie is under the sign of… — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share
There are children who will leave a game to go and be bored in a corner of the garret. How often have I wished… — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share
Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls. — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share
In our view any awareness is an increment to consciousness, an added light, a reinforcement of psychic coherence. Its swiftness or instantaneity can hide… — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share
Imagination is a tree. It has the integrative virtues of a tree. It is root and boughs. It lives between earth and sky. It… — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share
Irony gives us, at little expense, the impression that we are experienced psychologists. — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share
