“words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.”

Source: Proven Guilty

Prelude to Pt. I, st. 7
The Vision of Sir Launfal (1848)
Context: Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how;
Everything is happy now,
Everything is upward striving;
'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true
As for grass to be green or skies to be blue,—
'Tis the natural way of living:
Who knows whither the clouds have fled?
In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake;
And the eyes forget the tears they have shed,
The heart forgets its sorrow and ache;
The soul partakes the season's youth,
And the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe
Lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth,
Like burnt-out craters healed with snow.

Source: Resignation (1849), l. 215-218

Source: Us

Malcolm Gladwell, in Cheryl Glenn, et al Harbrace Essentials http://books.google.co.in/books?id=WWgIAAAAQBAJ&pg=PT165, Cengage Learning, 1 January 2011, p. 165

"Independence Day"
Song lyrics, The River (1980)

Letter 17, 6.
Letters, Book VIII

I Will Remember You
Song lyrics, The Brothers McMullen soundtrack (1995)