Quotes About Ineffable

We no longer have a sufficiently high estimate of ourselves when we communicate. Our true experiences are not garrulous. They could not communicate themselves if they wanted to: they lack words. We have already grown beyond whatever we have words for. In all talking there lies a grain of contempt. Speech, it seems, was devised only for the average medium, communicable. The speaker has already vulgarized himself by speaking.

We have already gone beyond whatever we have words for.

You know you love someone when you cannot put into words how they make you feel.

Values exist in a transcendental realm, beyond space and time. They can neither be fought for, nor destroyed.

Liebe, was ist Liebe? Ich glaube, daß Liebe etwas ist, was sich eigentlich nicht in Worte fassen lässt. (S.197)

How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described.

The joy of a self-giving life Can neither be measured Nor be expounded.

Every poem that I write is, in a sense, trying to find adequate words for this unspeakable word, around which my entire life turns.

All the words I can find are stupid words, pointless ones.

Fairyland...Paradise...In this place and at this time, Marguerite could know that the one was a parable of the other and both were synonyms for something that had no name.

I'm a woman who loves words, but there are times there are no words.

I've missed you so much it's felt like missing you is all I am. Like if someone looked inside me, there wouldn't be a skeleton and muscles and blood and nerves. There'd just be memories of you and all the things I've tried to say and ripped out of this notebook, all the things I want to say but can't because I don't have the words.

Love-real love-can't be defined. It just is.

La început a fost un anumit studiu.AÅŸterneam pe hârtie t?ceri,nopÅ£i,notam inexprimabilul.Fixam vârtejuri.

We cannot describe it. We cannot reveal it. And when we do, we disappear.

Heaven, on the other hand, is a perfect, indescribable ecstasy that never ceases.

There are no words to describe my feelings for Errol Flynn.

Not everything has a name. Some things lead us into a realm beyond words.

Only a keen sense of public duty restrains me from plugging you where you sit, you ineffable swine.

My heart flutters in my breast whenever I quickly glance at you- I can say nothing, my tongue is broken. A delicate fire runs under my skin, my eyes see nothing, my ears roar, cold sweat rushes down me, trembling seizes me, I am greener than grass. To myself I seem needing but little to die

Words fail, there are times when even they fail.

Because I have the feeling that if I tried to say what I really want to say to you, everything would crumble into dust–' he is trembling–'for what I want to say...to you... from me to you... there are no words. I should fumble... I should say something different from what I intended... one thing leads to another.

It all means more than I can tell you. So you must not judge what I know by what I find words for." (p 114)

It all means more than I can tell you. So you must not judge what I know by what I find words for." (Gilead, p 114)