Quotes About Ineffable

God is neither manifest nor hidden; He is neither revealed nor unrevealed; there are no words to tell that which He is. He is without form, without quality, without decay.

If I were omnipotent and omnibenevolent I wouldn't be so damn ineffable.

The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.

Ultimately, the greatest mystery cannot be seen or spoken, it is beyond the grasp of the intellect and all symbolic representation.

There is a feeling like anger and betrayal. It is like frustration. It is something interior, ineffable, and it yearns to be effed. I can only emit yells, instead.

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near

n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s

The experience of experience is untransmittable.

Later in the morning a messenger brought Mr Reeder to the chief's office, and he arrived with that ineffable air of apology and diffidence which gave the uninitiated such an altogether wrong idea of his calibre.

Does anything ever happen in heaven?' - Ellen Olenska

There's something mystic and beautiful in the ineffable.

What speaks to the soul, escapes our measurements.

I, too, had nothing to say, and I tried to say it as well as I could. What harm could so small a thing as saying nothing do to anyone?

God has worked anonymously since the very beginning—it has always been an inside and secret sort of job. The Spirit seems to work best underground. When aboveground, humans start fighting about it.

There are days that walk through me and I cannot hold them.

She was monumentally, conspicuously damaged in a way that was, to us then, ineffably chic.

Mi-a zis ca un om care-a tacut atata amar de vreme avea pesemne multe de spus, dupa care se intinse la loc pe perna si astepta. Eu ma straduii un minut sa-i zic ceva, dar singurele lucruri care-mi venira in minte erau din acelea pe care un om nu le poate spune altuia in cuvinte.

There is nothing at all that can be talked about adequately, and the whole art of poetry is to say what can't be said.

The power we call God defies description.

Language lacks the power to describe Faith.

We didn't say anything because there was such an awful lot to say, and no language to say it in.

She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.

Sometimes I wish I could describe how wonderful I feel in those few seconds from the time he spreads his arms above his head, as if trying to grab hold of something, to the instant he vanishes into the water. But I can never find the right words. Perhaps it's because he's falling through time, to a place where words can never reach.

All the words are not enough to get anything said.