The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music... The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.
Quotes about ineffable (16 Quotes)
I love you. I call you. I always seek you in my heart. Now that I found you, what else can I say, maybe the most painful adieu in my entire life, my beautiful, adored, consuming soul mate. I would like to hug you, but I know I cannot touch what is above me, above my life, above this piece of breath, and I am so alien to my self. I know you are the one that can bring me out from the alienation I am in, that you are my only truth for which I exist in this world. I also know that without you, the entire world would fall apart, but it as true that beside you, the entire world would be consumed and what remains then I also know that the ineffable destiny will always keep the doors opened as if there would be any meaning as long as no one can go out through them. This is a vanity too. It is also a vanity the fact that all the opposites attract and all the things that go in the same sense reject. Thus Good will always be attracted by Evil, and Evil by good and the good of Good will be precisely the Evil while the good of Evil what we understand through Good. The soul mates are as the pair of Good and Evil.
Of course, I also gave him the ineffable pleasures of pipe smoking. And no children, because when this character was created I did not yet have the four children I later had. I must add I also gave him a certain taste for food.
Religion brings to man an inner strength, spiritual light, and ineffable peace.
She saw the myriad gods, and beyond God his own ineffable eternity; she saw that there were ranges of life beyond our present life, ranges of mind beyond our present mind and above these she saw the splendors of the spirit.
Secret forces are bringing compatible spirits together. If the man permits himself to be led by this ineffable attraction, good fortune will come his way. When deep friendships exist, formalities and elaborate preparations are not necessary.
But those rare souls whose spirit gets magically into the hearts of men, leave behind them something more real and warmly personal than bodily presence, an ineffable and eternal thing. It is everlasting life touching us as something more than a vague, recondite concept. The sound of a great name dies like an echo the splendor of fame fades into nothing but the grace of a fine spirit pervades the places through which it has passed, like the haunting loveliness of mignonette.
Of all the wonderful things in the wonderful universe of God, nothing seems to me more surprising than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof. Take that Poppy seed, for instance it lies in your palm, the merest atom of matter, hardly visible, a speck, a pin's point in bulk, but within it is imprisoned a spirit of beauty ineffable, which will break its bonds and emerge from the dark ground and blossom in a splendor so dazzling as to baffle all powers of description.
The first study for the man who wants to be a poet is knowledge of himself, complete he searches for his soul, he inspects it, he puts it to the test, he learns it. As soon as he has learned it, he must cultivate it I say that one must be a seer, make oneself a seer. The poet becomes a seer through a long, immense, and reasoned derangement of all the senses. All shapes of love suffering, madness. He searches himself, he exhausts all poisons in himself, to keep only the quintessences. Ineffable torture where he needs all his faith, all his superhuman strength, where he becomes among all men the great patient, the great criminal, the great accursed one--and the supreme Scholar For he reaches the unknown ....So the poet is actually a thief of Fire
The ineffable joy of forgiving and being forgiven forms an ecstasy that might well arouse the envy of the gods.
We cannot look upon our lives as dreams of a dreamer who has no awakening in all time. We have a personality to which matter and force are unmeaning unless related to something infinitely personal, whose nature we have discovered, in some measure, in human love, in the greatness of the good, in the martyrdom of heroic souls, in the ineffable beauty of nature, which can never be a mere physical fact nor anything but an expression of personality.
Rapture of life ineffable, perfect--as if in the brier,
Leafless there by my door, trembled a sense of the rose.
If churches will disappear, what will replace them The answer is simple Man will replace them Only then will the man turn towards his own Self and wonder what was the use of so much suffering All these millennia of suffering had a meaning, and if they did, what was that meaning Does anyone benefit from this sense And Man will fall again in the darkness of the beginnings of his self, knowing that no meaning can be a meaning because all the paths finally lead to nowhere, to the vanity of the non-Knowledge to which Knowledge is referenced to, that everything is an Image, an Illusion, that all the Knowledge is an Image, an Illusion, and no matter how many meanings it seems to have at a certain time, they will disappear as the smoke carried away by the winds to nowhere. They will disappear because the so-called great and ineffable Knowledge does not even have clay legs, but smoke legs, because it is based on non-Knowledge and thus it becomes non-Knowledge too as non-Knowledge becomes its own Knowledge because it is based on Knowledge and thus it gets to know its own non-Knowledge, its own vanity in these infinite worlds where stars shine or die and time grows younger as the increasing spaces collapse over the laws of the worlds becoming Void and Being.
Come, let us go. Let us leave this festering hellhole. Let us think the unthinkable, let us do the undoable. Let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
God does not play dice with the universe He plays an ineffable game of his own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any other players, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won't tell you the rules and who smiles all the time.