The reverie would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.
Gaston Bachelard – Reverie, Happiness
Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.
Gaston Bachelard – Reverie, Soul
We believe we can also show that words do not have exactly the same psychic "weight" depending on whether they belong to the language of reverie or to the language of daylight life–to rested language or language under surveillance–to the language of natural poetry or to the language hammered out by authoritarian prosodies.
