Цитаты из книги קולו של ארצ'ר

Мне кажется, любовь - это образ, и у каждого человека своё слово, чтобы его выразить.

Это было важно – уметь не шуметь в этом доме.

Sometimes I felt like I stared at her too much, and tried to look away when she caught me. I wanted to gaze at her all day long, though—to me, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

What are you doing here? I asked.

You don’t like thunderstorms, he answered.

I tilted my head, confused. You walked a mile in the rain because I don’t like thunderstorms?

He hesitated for a second, looking away, frowning slightly. Then he looked back at me and said simply, Yes. He paused, his expression pained. I know I’m probably the last person you want to see right now, but I just thought if I sat on your porch, you wouldn’t be scared. You wouldn’t be alone.

I didn’t know enough to dream you, Bree, but somehow you came true anyway. How did that happen?

You’re my dream, too, Archer. Just as you are.

You’re my everything, Bree.

I leaned up and looked at his face in the semidarkness. How was it that he looked happy and sad at the same time? “You’re mine, too, Archer,” I said. “Everything.”

“And now,” I said dreamily, drifting toward sleep, “when a thunderstorm comes, I’ll think of you, not anything other than you.”

The smile he greeted me with each day made me feel treasured as I ran into his arms, feeling in my head and my heart that I was finally home.

Not the place, but his arms. Archer’s arms were my home—the only place I wanted to be, the place where I felt safe. The place where I felt loved.

It was as if my body was his instrument and he learned to play it so perfectly that the melody vibrated within my very soul. Not only because of the pleasure he brought, but because he cared so much to know every little thing about me.

And then we both stopped laughing as I laid my head on his chest and lived right there in that moment, thankful for the air in my lungs and the sunshine on my back, and the beautiful man in my arms. And his hands made letters on my skin, and after a few minutes, I realized that he was spelling, My Bree…My Bree…again and again and again.

I was a total lost cause when it came to Archer Hale.

He hadn’t told me he loved me, and I hadn’t said it to him, either. But in that moment, I realized I was in love with him. So deeply in love that it almost bubbled to the surface of my lips, and I had to physically clamp my mouth shut not to shout it.

Inside, it was my deepest hope that my love would be enough to heal his wounded heart.

He made me feel more alive than I’d ever felt in all my life.

I laughed slightly to myself—feeling drunk from half a glass of Merlot. Drunk on him, on this night, on fate, on bravery, on life.

Oh God, to be touched like this…it was far too much and somehow not nearly enough at all.

I wanted to describe all the ways I desired her by using my fingers to write the thoughts on her skin.

And the questions in her eyes made me feel even more afraid. I didn’t have any answers. All I had were a million questions of my own.

It’s like, the second I saw him, my life started. The second I started loving him, everything clicked into place for me. As confusing as our situation is, inside it feels like it all makes the most perfect sense.

And I was going to try to wait until maybe you were ready to say it, too, but…I can’t. Because it literally wants to burst out of me all the time. And so it’s okay if you don’t love me, or if you’re not sure if you do. But I’m sure. And I can’t stand letting another minute go by where I don’t tell you I love you, because I do. I. Love. You. I love you so much.