Quotes About Ineffable

When we are transported either by Mozart or Glenn Miller, we find ourselves in the presence of the ineffable, for which all words are so inadequate that to attempt to describe it, even with effusive praise and words of perfect beauty, is to engage in blasphemy.

The ineffable would not be ineffable if it could be described.

Music-good music, great music-is itself magical, it's mysterious inspiration entwined with the mystery of all things. When we are transported either by Mozart or Glenn Miller, we find ourselves in the presence of the ineffable, for which all words are so in adequate that to attempt to describe it, even with effusive praise and words of perfect beauty, is to engage in blasphemy.

Love, impossible, yet there was no mistaking it

How do you convey that sense of freedom that tasted like sweet nectar for the first time? How do you explain it to someone who was born into freedom? It is impossible to convey. It is ineffable, like trying perhaps to describe the color red to a person born blind. It is a feeling that makes you want to cry and laugh at the same time, to dance with joy, and yet fearful that it was too good to be true and that it just might all evaporate.

No prayers, no medicines, merely the ineffable happiness of dying.

The daylight needs no praise, and so we praise it always- greater than ourselves and all the airy words we summon.

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

There were some feelings that just didn't have words big enough to describe them.

There are just some feelings, I've learned, for which we never invented the right words.

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

So you see, 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.

There are just some feelings, I've learned, for which we never invented the right words.

This is why there was music. There were some feelings that just didn't have words big enough to describe them.

The GREAT THING about HAVING YOU is an amazing feeling that I CAN NEVER EXPLAIN.

The stronger and more intense my desire becomes to capture and record that which is unsayable, the more tightly my mouth stays shut.

I wish I could find words--serious, beautiful words--to describe it in the afternoon sunlight; the more I strive for them, the more they utterly elude me.

The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever.

Yes, the saint was underrated quite a bit, then, mostly by people who didn't like things that were ineffable… …a lot of people don't like things that are unearthly, the things of this earth are good enough for them, and they don't mind telling you so. "If he'd just go out and get a job, like everybody else, then he could be saintly all day long…" —from "The Temptations of St. Anthony," by Donald Barthelme

the place where words didn't work.

What can be shown, cannot be said.

El arte es el intento de explicar lo inefable.

I have feelings, but my pen cannot and will not write feelings; nay, my heart has no mind that can coin them into words.

But is this not what poetry must do? To say the nothing that cannot be said?