Quotes About Incomprehensible

It was a blur," people say. What they really mean is the impossibility of anyone truly entering such an experience from outside, the futility of explanation.

You came after me, you can't have preceded me, you're completely inconceivable before me.

One of ennui's most terribel components is the overwhelming feeling of ennui that comes over you whenever you try to explain it.

Trying to understand the mystery of God is like digging a hole in the beach and attempting to transfer the sea into it, bucket by bucket. It's never going to happen. That's why trust is integral to faith. And really--would a God that the finite mind was capable of fully understanding be worthy of worship? That would put Him at our level, and He's so much bigger than that.

Dalle tende a cono si levava il concerto dei pesanti respiri addormentati. Cosa fosse quel poter chiudere gli occhi, perdere coscienza di sé, affondare in un vuoto delle proprie ore, e poi svegliandosi ritrovarsi eguale a prima, a riannodare i fili della propria vita, Agilulfo non lo poteva sapere e la sua invidia per la facoltà di dormire propria delle persone esistenti era un'invidia vaga, come di qualcosa che non si sa nemmeno concepire.

They were cunning,deceitful,arrogant and nearly incomprehensible,especially the Anglos. They were dangerous because they hid their thoughts,hid their feelings behind a smiling face. Who could tell what was really going on in their heads? They said one thing and thought another. Who knew what rancid thing lived ,curled up,in the space between words and thoughts.

The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them.

This is why I never told my story... If you lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it. And if you didn't, you will never understand..

If you've lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it and if you didn't, you will never understand.

The more extensive our comprehension of God's greatness (though in itself it is incomprehensible), the greater our capacity for fear or reverence of Him.

He couldn't count them all. Nobody taught him how to count past ten. Such losses were beyond his comprehension.

she wanted God to make sense. He doesn't. He will make no more sense to me than I will make sense to an ant.

All this gave way to my first encounter with guilt, which is still something entirely inscrutable to me, as if aliens were sending transmissions from another planet, telling me there is a right and a wrong in the universe.

It comforts me to think that if we are created beings, the thing that created us would have to be greater than us, so much greater, in fact, that we would not be able to understand it. It would have to be greater than the facts if our reality, and so it would seem to us, looking out from within our reality, that it would contradict reason. But reason itself would suggest it would have to be greater than reality, or it would not be reasonable.

Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things-- naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror-- are too terrible to really ever grasp at all.

Understand, by saying 'God,' I am merely using 'God' as reference to long-term pattern we can't decipher.

God' as reference to long-term pattern we can't decipher.

it wasn't that the future...seemed bad or frightening so much as incomprehensible, a blot of black ink on the horizon.

There was a time when I believed there was loss that could not be defined, that language had not caught up to death's enormity.

All human language draws its nature and value from the fact that it both comes from the Word of God and is chosen by God to manifest himself. But this relationship is secret and incomprehensible, beyond the bounds of reason and analysis.

Çünkü gerçeÄŸin ay?rt edici özelliÄŸi hayal edilemez olmas?d?r. (...) EÄŸer gerçek diye bir kavram varsa, son derece komplekstir ve bir bütün oluÅŸturacak ÅŸekilde kavranmas? imkans?zd?r.

Lupe's language was incomprehensible—what came out of her mouth didn't even sound like Spanish.

The disaster... is what escapes the very possibility of experience—it is the limit of writing. This must be repeated: the disaster de-scribes.

Geometry in every proposition speaks a language which experience never dares to utter; and indeed of which she but halfway comprehends the meaning.