Archer Hale Quotes

It suddenly occurred to me that Archer Hale had taught himself an entire language, but hadn't had a single person to talk to. Until me.

I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I wish you could read my mind so that you would know how much I want you, no one else. There could be three hundred men after me right now, and it wouldn't matter. Because none of them are you, Archer Hale. None of them are the man I love.

I couldn’t have known that Archer Hale existed somewhere in this crazy world, and that he had been made just for me. And in that moment, I knew. I was falling in love with the beautiful, silent man staring down at me. If I hadn’t already fallen.

As I stood there holding onto him, it occurred to me that not all great acts of courage are obvious to those looking in from the outside. But I saw this moment for what it was–a boy who had never been made to feel that he was wanted anywhere, showing up and asking others to accept him. It made my heart soar with pride for the beautiful act of bravery that was Archer Hale stepping into this small town diner.

You're my everything, Bree." "You're mine too, Archer. Everything. And now, when a thunderstorm comes, I'll think of you. Not anything other than you.

I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I wish you could read my mind so that you would know how much I want you, no one else. There could be three hundred men after me right now, and it wouldn't matter. Because none of them are you, Archer Hale.

There are so many ways to read you, Archer Hale. And I love every single one of them.

It suddenly occurred to me that Archer Hale had taught himself an entire language, but hadn't a single person to talk to. Until me.

I couldn’t have known that Archer Hale existed somewhere in this crazy, crowded world, and that he had been made just for me.

I walked toward him, single-minded, and when we reached each other, despite the bandages under his shirt, he swept me up in his arms and swung me around as he laughed silently against my lips, those golden-brown eyes filled with warmth, with love. And I thought to myself, Archer Hale’s voice was one of the most beautiful things in the whole wide world.

It suddenly occured to me that Archer Hale had tought himself an entire language, but hadn't had a single person to talk to. Until me.

It suddenly occurred to me that Archer Hale had taught himself an entire language, but hadn't had a single person to talk to. Until me.

It suddenly occurred to me that Archer Hale had taught himself an entire language, but hadn't had a single person to talk to. Until me,

Il y a tellement de façons de lire en toi, Archer Hale. Et je les aime absolument toutes.

Awkward boy. Sweet, silent, Archer Hale.

Quando voltou a abri-los, perguntou: Sentes falta de ouvir os sons que eu faria durante o sexo se tivesse voz? Observou o meu rosto enquanto pensava sobre isso. Afastei uma mecha de cabelo da testa dele, e depois abanei a cabeça lentamente. Não, não penso nisso. Não me baseio nos sons que talvez fizesses para te perceber.Observo a tua expressão e os teus olhos. Inclinei-me, rocei os lábios na sua boca e voltei a reclinar-me.Oiço a tua respiração e a maneira como cravas os dedos nas minhas ancas pouco antes de teres um orgasmo. Existem tantas maneiras de te interpretar, Archer Hale. E eu amo cada uma delas.

When he opened his eyes, he asked, Do you miss hearing the sounds I might make during sex if I had a voice? He watched my face as I thought about that. I moved a piece of hair off his forehead and then shook my head slowly. No, I don’t think about that. I don’t rely on the sounds you might make to read you. I watch your expression and your eyes. I leaned in and brushed my lips against his mouth and then leaned back. I listen to your breathing and the way you dig your fingers into my hips right before you’re about to come. There are so many ways to read you, Archer Hale. And I love every single one of them.

I laughed softly. “Hi.” I sighed and walked in his house, turning to look at him when I heard his door close behind him. Why are you laughing? he asked. I shook my head and brought my hands up. Because I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I wish you could read my mind so that you would know how much I want you, no one else. There could be three hundred men after me right now, and it wouldn’t matter. Because none of them are you, Archer Hale. I dropped my hands for a second and then immediately brought them back up. None of them are the man I love. I shook my head slightly and then continued. 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.

I couldn’t have known that Archer Hale existed somewhere in this crazy, crowded world, and that he had been made just for me. And in that moment, I knew. I was falling in love with the beautiful, silent man staring down at me. If I hadn’t already fallen.

Archer Hale had taught himself an entire language, but hadn’t had a single person to talk to. Until me.

Archer Hale’s voice was one of the most beautiful things in the whole wide world.

When I got to the gate, I paused, looking back at the small house behind me. It suddenly occurred to me that Archer Hale had taught himself an entire language, but hadn’t had a single person to talk to. Until me.

Archer: What’s lol? I paused and smiled, realizing this was Archer’s very first time texting. Of course he didn’t know what lol meant. Me: Laugh out loud. Text lingo. Archer: Oh, okay. I’m not sure why I picked this book up today. My uncle seemed to like it. It’s about a miserable man in a loveless marriage who falls in love with his wife’s cousin and they try to commit suicide to be together, but only end up broken and paralyzed and still miserable. Me: Oh God! That’s…that’s awful! Put the depressing book down, Archer Hale! Archer: Lol.

suddenly occurred to me that Archer Hale had taught himself an entire language, but hadn’t had a single person to talk to. Until me.

—Porque me gustaría que pudieras verte a través de mis ojos. Me gustaría que pudieras leerme la mente, porque así sabrías lo mucho que te quiero, a ti y a nadie más. Podría tener trescientos hombres pretendiéndome en este momento y daría igual; ninguno de ellos es Archer Hale.