Here is Menard's own intimate forest: 'Now I am traversed by bridle paths, under the seal of sun and shade...I live in great density...Shelter lures me. I slump down into the thick foliage...In the forest, I am my entire self.… — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share
Sometimes, when I am tired of so many oscillations, I look for refuge in a word which I begin to love for itself. Resting in the heart of words, seeing clearly into the cell of a word, feeling that the… — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share
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 Image
If we did not have a feminine being within us, how would we rest ourselves? — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share Image
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 Image
If there is any realm where distinction is especially difficult, it is the realm of childhood memories, the realm of beloved images harbored in memory since childhood. These memories which live by the image and in virtue of the image become, at certain times of our lives and particularly during the quiet age, the origin and matter of a complex… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
The poetic image is a sudden salience on the surface of the psyche — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share Image
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 Image
