The best things cannot be told because they transcend thought. The second best are misunderstood because they are the thoughts that are supposed to refer to that which cannot be thought about. The third best are what we talk about.
Of course, not everything is unsayable in words, only the living truth.
Although I may try to describe Love, When I experience it, I am speechless.
What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.
A sight to dream of, not to tell!
If you've been there, no explanation is necessary. If you haven't, none is adequate.
Any experience of reality is indescribable!
A World Cup is always something special and simply indescribable - and being able to hold something in your hands at the end of it all is just incredible.
heaven is a place of unparalleled and indescribable joy
For some moments in life there are no words.
Words can't say this. The one word love means too little for what it is. It means everything and that is still not enough.
Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?
Yes, light, there is no other word for it.
Ideally, if anything [was] any good, it would be indescribable.
Your first love is your first love. It cannot be analysed, explained, nor forgotten.
It was one of those things that had to be experienced to be understood
Oh, you can't describe someone you're in love with!
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.
I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.
Rembrandt is so deeply mysterious that he says things for which there are no words in any language.
I’m very attracted to things that I can’t define.
There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.
The world is beautiful but not sayable. That's why we need art.
There are all sorts of experiences we can't really put a name to...The birth of a child, for one. Or the death of a parent. Falling in love. Words are like nets--we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, grief, or wonder. Finding God is like that, too. If it's happened to you, you know what it feels like. But try to describe it to someone else--and language only takes you so far.
