The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears its truth.
Gaston BachelardDreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.
Gaston BachelardThe past of the soul is so distant! The soul does not live on the edge of time. It finds its rest in the universe imagined by reverie.
Gaston BachelardNobody knows that in reading we are re-living our temptations to be a poet. All readers who have a certain passion for reading, nurture and repress, through reading, the desire to become a writer.
Gaston BachelardActually, however, life begins less by reaching upward, than by turning upon itself. But what a marvelously insidious, subtle image of life a coiling vital principle would be! And how many dreams the leftward oriented shell, or one that did not conform to the rotation of its species, would inspire!
Gaston BachelardHere 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. Everything is possible in my heart just as it is in the hiding places in ravines. Thickly wooded distance separates me from moral codes and cities.
Gaston Bachelard