I have always thought that words are not capable of expressing us.
Countless of times words have proven incapable for thousands of years, still are and will always remain to be an arbitrary depiction of what would be called a lovely, an ironic or a sad illustration of our reality. As most linguists have argued: language is and will always be an arbitrary human construction in our everyday essential struggle to communicate, speak and share our subjective view of reality with others.
This is actually why in the whole world from the beginning of time (which I do not know back to when it actually dates back- let me have some doubts on that and leave the matter on the hands of total subjectivity-), people have been put under strict education of their own language and mostly as the centuries went by, under the intensive tuition of foreign languages.
The more you know the better (?) you will actually be. Or maybe more educated. Or at least more interesting, whatever that means. But the problem is that you have never been under any teaching of feeling, of imagining , or of fantasizing. No matter how hard you try, you will never find a school where students are taught how to feel or how to care.
This is natural. However everywhere you go you will find people struggling with French, German, Greek . Oh parles-tu francais ? Ja, ich speche ein bischen Deutsch, αλλά μόνο αν μιλάς αργά.
But why does this happen? Yet because words will never fill up the human need to express what is really going on inside. Reality hides inside what we feel but we cannot see or touch or smell. Our verbalism is the heritage from a faulty world. From our fall from perfection, not necessarily from heaven, although I would argue about heaven as the equivalent of perfection nonetheless.