Quotes About Ineffable

What does my soul look like to you?' 'I couldn't reduce it to words if I tried, but its beauty is unsurpassed.

The best things can't be told.

That which we cannot speak of is the one thing about whom and to whom we must never stop speaking.

This is the ultimate cruelty, isn't it? That I can talk and talk and to anyone listening, it's only air--too rich a diet to be swallowed by a mundane world.

Bobby Edson, like most coaches, was a kind of mystic: he believed the cosmos was endowed with an ineffable muffling system that rendered all the racist, sexist, tasteless and denigrating remarks made by coaches inaudible to the students about whom they bellowed them.

love , n. I'm not even going to try.

ineffable , adj . these words will ultimately end up being the barest of reflections, devoid of the sensations words cannot convoy. Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.

How can something that doesn't have a form, doesn'r have a definition, doesn't have words-how can it have such weight? And yet, there's the need to swim.

I wish I could convey the perfection... But language founders in such seas

The power of Allah: no sound, no shape, no form. But when it manifests, none can resist it.

Between them there was an aching void of forever-unspoken words - things that couldn't quite be said by either of them, perhaps things that couldn't be said at all. They were so close to each other that they could get no closer. This created enormous distance, which was heart-breaking but unutterable.

It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.

For to exist on the earth is beyond any power to name.

Beauty is a mystery. You can neither eat it nor make flannel out of it.

It's like trying to describe a color you've never seen before. Words can't make you understand what real love is like. But until you've felt it … you haven't really lived.

The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.

Sometimes, something so beautiful happens, you can't process it and it builds up inside so big, you can't do anything but cry.

A modern man, I do not make undue connections though my heart wrenches daily against the unknowable, almighty throb and heave of the universe against my skin that sings a song for which we haven't quite found the words.

This was the reason there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that didn't have words big enough to describe them.

Words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder. Like falling in love or finding god, if it ha...ppens to you, you know what it feels like. But try to describe it to someone else - and language only takes you so far.

And just like that, something inside shifted very subtly, so that all the empty spaces in him suddenly disappeared, so that his breath timed to hers, so that his blood sang. This is why there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that just didn't have words big enough to describe them.

What I remember I cannot tell though it is there in all that I say

Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.

Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking.