Quotes About Ineffable

Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean]...

You cannot fix your gaze upon it! Senses cannot record it. No words describe it. -Alia

Cookie avait fait quelque chose de tout à fait compréhensible, mais cela ne pouvait pas se communiquer. On ne peut pas mettre ça en mots. Les mots mentent comme ils respirent.

To reach truth that one cannot be argued out of is to escape from the linguistically expressible to the ineffable. Only the ineffable—what is not describable at all—cannot be described differently.

TO LOVE Nanapush, to love at all, is like trying to remember the tune and words to a song that the spirits have given you in your sleep. Some days, I knew exactly how the song went and some days I couldn't even hum the first line.

Concerning that which cannot be talked about, we should not say anything.

There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.

That of which we cannot speak, we must pass over in silence

a língua humana há de ser sempre impotente para exprimir certos afetos da alma (...). Estou condenado a não dizer nada ou a dizer mal. (A mulher de preto)

embracing her now would have been like trying to hug a sunbeam

For some moments in life there are no words.

All my life my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name." andre breton

He knows the absurdity of asking someone to explain love or sorrow. You can't point to it. It would be as futile, as unconveyable, as pointing at the sky and saying: that one, that star, there.

What cannot be said will be wept.

Explaining the moment of connection between a reader and book to someone who's never experienced it is like trying to describe sex to a virgin.

Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless. If you had a lifetime to talk, there would still be things left unsaid.

But I am not going to give every detail. Some things lose their fragrance when opened to the air, and there are stirrings of the soul which cannot be put into words without destroying their delicacy.

Nouns, verbs do not exist for what I feel.

Humankind's strongest social bonds and actions, including the capacities for cooperation and forgiveness, and for killing and allowing oneself to be killed, are born of commitment to causes and courses of action that are "ineffable"—that is, fundamentally immune to logical assessment for consistency and to empirical evaluation for costs and consequences.

A joy without object or reason rose within him, but like all such joys ebbed into frustration almost immediately because he did not know how to express it.

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?

How to put this feeling, this certainty, into something as limited as words?

There is always something about our feeling for beautiful things which can neither be described nor communicated, which is unshared and unshareable.

I think all art - if it's good - is a result of really trying to create something that you can't put into words. Where language ends is where good art begins.