Tao is beyond words and beyond things. It is not expressed either in word or in silence. Where there is no longer word or silence Tao is apprehended.
What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.
What we cannot speak about we must pass over in silence.
For some moments in life there are no words.
I love things that are indescribable, like the taste of an avocado or the smell of a gardenia.
Not everything has a name. Some things lead us into a realm beyond words.
There is nothing ugly about death; but man, out of his fear, has made even the word, death ugly and unutterable. People don't like to talk about it. They won't even listen to the word death.
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 stronger and more intense my desire becomes to capture and record that which is unsayable, the more tightly my mouth stays shut.
There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.
Express only that which cannot be expressed. Leave it unexpressed)
No one's mouth is big enough to utter the whole thing.
There are things that are not sayable. That’s why we have art.
Words are not even within me. They're not in my vocabulary to really express the kind of feeling that I had.
One feels 'the dearth of human words, the roughness of mortal speech' in trying to describe things intangible.
I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
For whatever is truly wondrous and fearful in man, never yet was put into words or books.
To express to you in mere words, our personal feelings on this occasion you must know to be impossible, and particularly so for one who normally has to describe only things outside himself.
Whatever can't be expressed might as well not exist.
