Gaston Bachelard Quotes

Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

In the realm of blue air more than elsewhere, we feel that the world may be permeated by the most indeterminate reverie. This is when reverie really has depth. The blue sky opens up in depth beneath the dream. Then dreams are not limited to one-dimensional images. Paradoxically, the aerial dream soon has only a depth dimension… The world is then truly beyond the unsilvered mirror. There is an imaginary beyond, a pure beyond, open without a within. First there is nothing, then there is a deep nothing, then there is blue

Un rêve qui ne change pas les dimensions du monde est-il vraiment un rêve ?

Poetry, rather than being a phenomenology of the mind, is a phenomenology of the soul.

Here the phenomenologist has nothing in common with the literary critic who, as has frequently been noted, judges a work that he could not create and, if we are to believe certain facile condemnations, would not want to create. A literary critic is a reader who is necessarily severe. By turning inside out like a glove an overworked complex that has become debased to the point of being part of the vocabulary of statesmen, we might say that the literary critic and the professor of rhetoric, who know-all and judge-all, readily go in for a simplex of superiority. As for me, being an addict of felicitous reading, I only read and re-read what I like, with a bit of reader's pride mixed in with much enthusiasm.

Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls.

Nema ništa gore nego voljeti nekoga tko vas ne voli,a istovremeno je to najljepša stvar koja mi se ikada dogodila. Voljeti nekoga tko i vas voli,to je narcizam..... Voljeti nekoga tko vas ne voli...To je ljubav

The poetic image is a sudden salience on the surface of the psyche

How concrete everything becomes in the world of the spirit when an object, a mere door, can give images of hesitation, temptation, desire, security, welcome and respect. If one were to give an account of all the doors one has closed and opened, of all the doors one would like to re-open, one would have to tell the story of one's entire life.

Nous souffrons par les rêves. Nous guérissons par les rêves.

Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.

Toujours, imaginer sera plus grand que vivre.

I am alone so I dream of the being who has cured my solitude, who would be cured by solitudes. With its life, it brought me the idealizations of life, all the idealizations which give life a double, which lead life toward it summits, which make the dreamer too live by splitting...

Well-determined centers of revery are means of communication between men who dream as surely as well-defined concepts are means of communications between men who think.

"Baudelaire writes: In certain almost supernatural inner states, the depth of life is entirely revealed in the spectacle, however ordinary, that we have before our eyes, and which becomes the symbol of it." Here we have a passage that designates the phenomenological direction I myself pursue. The exterior spectacle helps intimate grandeur unfold.