Verbal Limitation Quotes

We need words to name and designate things. But we have only a static language with which to express ourselves.

Cats cant speak, that's common sense. -Yoruichi

Philosophy lives in words, but truth and fact well up into our lives in ways that exceed verbal formulation. There is in the living act of perception always something that glimmers and twinkles and will not be caught, and for which reflection comes too late.

To have a specific style is to be poor in speech.

My boyfriend asked me to tell a story without my hands, and I couldn't talk.

words can never get at the truth.

I don’t like to talk to people, because I can’t express myself satisfactorily. I don’t say the things I mean.

I'm not very articulate. The reason I write is because I don't talk.

I think maybe the most frustrating feeling in the world is to have something to say buy not know how to put it into words. To have lived through something but not be able to get it out of you before it festers.

Methinks the human method of expression by sound of tongue is very elementary, and ought to be substituted for some ingenious invention which should be able to give vent to at least six coherent sentences at once.

I mean, I have moments of huge frustration because of my inability to express myself linguistically as clearly as I would like to.

Speech happens to not be his language.

I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.

How can the word love, the word life, even fit in the mouth?

Trying to use words, and every attempt Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure Because one has only learnt to get the better of words For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate With shabby equipment always deteriorating In the general mess of imprecision of feeling.

But words - words are not enough!

You can put anything into words, except your own life.

One listens to a piece of great music, say, and feels deeply moved by it, and wants to put this feeling into words, but it can't be put into words. That's what - the music has already supplied the meaning, and words will just be superfluous after that. But it's that kind of verbal meaning that can't be verbalized that I try to get at in poetry.

It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.

I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.

It's hard for me to put my feelings into words.

I have trouble voicing my thoughts... I can't communicate very well that way.

I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent