Too marvelous for words.
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.
Ideally, if anything [was] any good, it would be indescribable.
It was one of those things that had to be experienced to be understood
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.
How strangely do we diminish a thing as soon as we try to express it in words.
There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.
To those who know thee not, no words can paint! And those who know thee, know all words are faint!
How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described.
It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.
The idea of infinity cannot be expressed in words or even described, but it can be apprehended through art, which makes infinity tangible. The absolute is only attainable through faith and in the creative act.
Ultimate Reality, if such an entity can be postulated, is ineffable.
Even in merely reading a fairytale, we must let go our daylight convictions and trust ourselves to be guided by dark figures, in silence; and when we come back, it may be very hard to describe where we have been.
Some things just can't be described. And stepping onto the moon was one of them.
The disaster... is what escapes the very possibility of experience—it is the limit of writing. This must be repeated: the disaster de-scribes.
One feels 'the dearth of human words, the roughness of mortal speech' in trying to describe things intangible.
Whatever can't be expressed might as well not exist.
The act of saying that things exist that cannot be described in words shakes a universe where words are the supreme belief.
