Quotes About Ineffable

It's also true that sometimes people felt things and, because there was no word for them, they went unmentioned. The oldest emotion in the world may be that of being moved; but to describe it - just to name it - must have been like trying to catch something invisible. (pg 107)

Later - when things happened that they could never have imagined - she wrote him a letter that said: When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?

Friendship...is like pain. Explaining it is impossible.

the greatest proof of love's power is that it couldn't be reduced to words.

Nothing need be said; nothing could be said.

I am clouded and bruised with the print of minds and faces and things so subtle that they have smell, colour, texture, substance, but no name.

You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy... in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs... the little deadly demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.

You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy,... in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs,...the little deadly demon...; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.

I do not know the words I must choose to make you understand why I was so tormented. Such words do not come in the small size that fits your everyday needs.

The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao. The name that can be named is not the eternal Name.

You knew there were no words for what had to be said.

Intenté nombrarla y era innombrable, volé para alcanzarla y me quemó las alas.

unrevealable, unmarked, ageless, unproclaimable Father

One might as well try to photograph air as to say why one loves.

Maybe it was more than that. Maybe some things shouldn't be explained.

The simplest and most complicated thing in life, is to feel what you cannot describe. "Love it's not supposed to be complicated.

The simplest and most complicated thing in life, is to feel what you cannot describe.

Music can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.

As St. Thomas Aquinas (1225–1274) taught, whatever we say about God is more unlike God than saying nothing. If we do say something, it can only be a pointer toward the Mystery that can never be articulated in words. All that words can do is point in the direction of the Mystery.

Your first love is your first love. It cannot be analysed, explained, nor forgotten.

There were some thoughts—such as a memory of running under the pouring rain, and how it felt—that I couldn't even begin to put into words…Yet their image was clear in my mind.

I don't think any word can explain a man's life.

I don't know the words for how she looked at me -- there are few words -- it was a welling up, a rising, a lifting up on the surface from the water; it was the sort of thing that could not be told.

Words were useless. At times, they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moment you really needed them. You could never find the right words, never, and where would you look for them? The heart is as silent as a fish, however much the tongue tries to give it a voice.