Love is inaudible—until you hear it. And once you do, you’ll never forget the sound of her voice.

I love hellos that last a lifetime, and goodbyes that are invisible, inaudible, and otherwise undetectable. Tell your mom I’m waving at her.

Through you we learn to be invisible, through you inaudible; and hence we can hold the enemy’s fate in our hands.

Cries for help are frequently inaudible.