"How poor is language in comparison with that symphony of 
    sounds unmeaning, yet how significant, whether of a battle or
    of a banquet, which even scenic representation cannot imitate
    and for which language has but a few words! How rich is 
    language in the expression of the world of ideas, and how 
    poor, when it is to describe reality!"

   "Is love, perchance, privileged to be the only event which is 
    to be considered after, rather than before, it happens? If 
    that be the case, what then if I, having fallen in love, 
    should later on think that it was too late to think about it?"

   "So then we see: to love corresponds to the lovable; and the 
    lovable is the inexplicable. Well, that is at least 
    something; but comprehensible it is not, as little as the 
    inexplicable way in which love seizes on its prey. Who, 
    indeed, would not be alarmed if people about one, time and 
    again, dropped down dead, all of a sudden, or had convulsions,
    without anyone being able to account for it?"

    -Soren Kierkegaard (1813-1855), Stages on Life's Way (1845)