Quotes About Ineffable

In a sense Muhammad was less the messenger than the translator, struggling to give human form -- words -- to the ineffable.

It is true that words drop away, and that the important things are often left unsaid. The important things are learned in faces, in gestures, not in our locked tongues. The true things are too big or too small, or in any case is always the wrong size to fit in the template called language.

I want no secrets or soul-states, nothing ineffable; I am neither virgin nor priest enough to play with the inner life.

The experiences and feelings I have are starting to outweigh the words available to explain them.

For since we see in Christ some things so human that they appear to share in every aspect in the common frailty of humanity, and some things so divine that they are manifestly the expression of the primal and ineffable nature of the Divine, the narrowness of human understanding is inadequate to cope. Overcome with amazement and admiration, it knows not where to turn.

Justice requires lawyers who are prepared, witnesses who tell the truth, judges who know the law, and jurors who stay awake. Justice is the North Star, the burning bush, the holy virgin. It cannot be bought, sold, or mass produced. It is intangible, ineffable, and invisible, but if you are to spend your life in its pursuit, it is best to believe it exists, and that you can attain it.

Anyone who knows God cannot describe Him. Anyone who can describe God does not know Him.

The world is beautiful but not sayable. That's why we need art.

The most profound things are inexpressible.

It's impossible for me to say one word about all that music has meant to me in my life. How, then, can I hope to be understood?

My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.

for everything has a trace of the divine in it.

Solamente otra persona que lo hubiera experimentado sabría lo que ella sentía, pues de casi todo lo que importa no se sabe hablar.

La vida en mí no tiene mi nombre.

Did I say that she was beautiful? I was wrong. Beauty is too tame a notion; it evokes only faces in magazines. A lovely eloquence, a calming symmetry; none of that describes this woman's face. So perhaps I should assume I cannot do it justice with words. Suffice it to say that it would break your heart to see her; and it would mend what was broken in the same moment; and you would be twice what you'd been before.

I could not tell nor name the multitude, not even if I had ten tongues, ten mouths, not if I had a voice unwearying and a heart of bronze were in me.

It's a sense of despair about writing itself, a sort of throwing up of hands, as if to say I'll put this down on the page but it's not what I really mean because what I really mean cannot be put into words.

I could feel a million reasons, but there were no words to express them.

What does a word mean? And a life? In the end, it seems to me, the same thing. Just as a word can have many dimensions, many nuances, great complexity, so, too, can a person, a life. Language is the mirror, the principal metaphor. Because ultimately the meaning of a word, like that of a person, is boundless, ineffable.

So much to say, yet no words would ever be enough.

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent

Music expresses that which cannot remain silent and that which cannot be put into words.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

To me, reason is as spiritual as anything else, the beauty of reason seems to me indelible and ineffable and numinous... the spirit is after all the same word we use to describe... essence