What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak... It was born in the moment when we accumulated silent things within us. Gaston Bachelard More Quotes by Gaston Bachelard More Quotes From Gaston Bachelard The spoken reverie of substances calls matter to birth, to life, to spirituality. Gaston Bachelard substance matter life Reverie is commonly classified among the phenomena of psychic detente. It is lived out in a relaxed time which has no linking force. Since it functions with inattention, it is often without memory. It is a flight from out of the real that does not always find a consistent unreal world. Gaston Bachelard real time memories Words, in their distant past, have the past of my reveries. Gaston Bachelard reverie past True poetry is a function of awakening. It awakens us, but it must retain the memory of previous dreams. Gaston Bachelard creativity dream memories In contrast to a dream a reverie cannot be recounted. To be communicated, it must be written, written with emotion and taste, being relived all the more strongly because it is being written down. Here, we are touching the realm of written love. It is going out of fashion, but the benefits remain. There are still souls for whom love is the contact of two poetries, the fusion of two reveries. Gaston Bachelard fashion dream love-is Childhood knows unhappiness through men. In solitude, it can relax its aches. When the human world leaves him in peace, the child feels like the son of the cosmos. Gaston Bachelard peace children son The dream remains overloaded with the badly lived passions of daytime life. Solitude in the nocturnal dream is always a hostility. It is strange. It isn't really our solitude. Gaston Bachelard passion dream life A clear conscience is, for me, an occupied conscience-never empty-the conscience of a man at work until his last breath. Gaston Bachelard lasts men life Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books. Gaston Bachelard imagination love book The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears its truth. Gaston Bachelard murmuring truth listening Very often, I confess, the teller of dreams bores me. His dream could perhaps interest me if it were frankly worked on. But to hear a glorious tale of his insanity! I have not yet clarified, psychoanalytically, this boredom during the recital of other people's dreams. Perhaps I have retained the stiffness of a rationalist. I do not follow the tale of justified incoherence docilely. I always suspect that part of the stupidities being recounted are invented. Gaston Bachelard boredom dream people Any comparison diminishes the expressive qualities of the terms of the comparison. Gaston Bachelard expressive quality term Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls. Gaston Bachelard simplicity simple ideas It will always be a fact that the woman is the person one idealizes, also the person who wishes his idealization. Gaston Bachelard persons wish facts Man is an imagining being. Gaston Bachelard men Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green. Gaston Bachelard dream rivers water The reflected world is the conquest of calm. Gaston Bachelard calm unity world In scientific thought, the concept functions all the better for being cut off from all background images. In its full exercise, the scientific concept is free from all the delays of its genetic evolution, an evolution which is consequently explained by simple psychology. The virility of knowledge increases with each conquest of the constructive abstraction. Gaston Bachelard cutting exercise knowledge Happy is the man who knows or even the man who remembers those silent vigils where silence itself was the sign of the communion of souls! Gaston Bachelard silence happiness men One doesn't read poetry while thinking of other things. Gaston Bachelard thinking-of-others poetry thinking