Best Aaron Warner Quotes & Sayings

Can you hear my heart? I want to ask him. I want you to make a list of all your favorite things, and I want to be on it. — Tahereh Mafi

Juliette." I close my eyes. He says, "I don't want you to call me Warner anymore." I open my eyes. "I want you to know me," he says, breathless, his fingers pushing a stray strand of hair away from my face. "I don't want to be Warner with you," he says. "I want it to be different now. I want you to call me Aaron. — Tahereh Mafi

So I take a deep breath.
Step forward.
Let go.

10 seconds and I'm trying to breathe
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And I'm trying to be brave
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But the truth is I'm scared out of my mind
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And I have no idea what's waiting for me behind that door
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And I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a heart attack
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But I can't turn back now
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Because there it is
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The door is right in front of me
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All I have to do is knock
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Butthe door flies open first. — Tahereh Mafi

And if you insist on continuing to make assumptions about my character, I'll advise you only this: assume you will always be wrong. — Tahereh Mafi

I do want you," I say to him, my voice shaking. "I want you so much it scares me. — Tahereh Mafi

I understand perfectly. He's fallen for your quiet, timid shell. For who you used to be. He has no idea what you're capable of. What you might do if you're pushed too far. — Tahereh Mafi

Do you never get exhausted being so wholly unbearable? You have as much charisma as the rotting innards of unidentified roadkill. — Tahereh Mafi

Maybe they see something in him, see something in his face, in his features. Maybe they see what I see from this disjointed, foggy perspective. The desperation in his expression, the anguish carved into his features, the way he looks at me, like he might die if I do. And I can't help but think this is an interesting parting gift from the world. — Tahereh Mafi

I imagine this is what it feels like to fall apart. — Tahereh Mafi

I am so tired, love.I'm so very,very tired. — Tahereh Mafi

We are synonyms but not the same. — Tahereh Mafi

There are three things you should know about me, love." He steps forward.
"The first," he says, "is that I hate my father more than you might ever be capable of understanding."
He clears his throat.
"Second, is that I am an unapologetically selfish person, who, in almost every situation, makes decisions based entirely on self-interest. And third." A pause as he looks down. Laughs a little.
"I never had any intention of using you as a weapon. — Tahereh Mafi

I want this up and I want these down — Tahereh Mafi

Aaron Warner Anderson, chief commander and regent of Sector 45, son of the supreme commander of The Reestablishment.
He has a soft spot for fashion. — Tahereh Mafi

People can think whatever they like ... I don't desire their validation. — Tahereh Mafi

He says : " please don't shoot me for this "
and he kissed me . — Tahereh Mafi

I loved making you mad," he says to me, his eyes wicked. "I love making you mad. — Tahereh Mafi

The tattoo is just setting below his hp bone.
H e l l i s e m p t y
a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s a r e h e r e
I kiss my way across the words.
Kissing away the devils.
Kissing away the pain. — Tahereh Mafi

I can't help but be amazed at the power such small, unassuming animals wield over us; they so easily break down our defences. — Tahereh Mafi

i think my heart is going to explode — Tahereh Mafi

There is nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitory world, he says softly. — Tahereh Mafi

Juliette-Julietter, love, wake up-wake up"
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Warner's hands cup my face. The warmth of his skin helps calm me somehow, and I finally feel my heart rate begin to slow. "Look at me." he says.
I force myself to meet his eyes, shaking as I catch my breath.
"It's okay," he whispers, still holding my cheeks. "It was just a bad dream. Try closing your mouth," he says, "and breathing through your nose." He nods. "There you go. Easy. You're okay." His voice is so soft, so melodic, so inexplicably tender.
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"I won't let you go until you are ready," he tells me. "Don't worry take your time. — Tahereh Mafi

So she told me a story. A story about a boy who was born with very green eyes, and the man who was so captivated by their color that he searched the world for a stone in exactly the same shade." His voice is fading now, falling into whispers so quiet I can hardly hear him. "She said the boy was me. That this ring was made from that very same stone, and that the man had given it to her, hoping one day she'd be able to give it to me. It was his gift, she said, for my birthday." He stops. Breathes. "And then she took it off, slipped it on my index finger, and said, 'If you hide your heart, he will never be able to take it from you'. — Tahereh Mafi

Ignite, my love. Ignite. — Tahereh Mafi

Don't do that," he says. "Don't ask me questions you already know the answers to. Twice I've laid myself bare to you and all it's gotten me was a bullet wound and a broken heart. Don't torture me," he says, meeting my eyes again.
"It's a cruel thing to do, even to someone like me. — Tahereh Mafi

Do you know," he says, closing the cover of the journal only to lay his hand on top of it. Protecting it. Staring at it. "I couldn't sleep for days after I read that entry. I kept wanting to know which people were chasing you down the street, who it was you were running from. I wanted to find them," he says, so softly, "and I wanted to rip their limbs off, one by one. I wanted to murder them in ways that would horrify you to hear. — Tahereh Mafi

What difference does it make?" he says. "People can think whatever they like. I don't desire their validation."
"So you don't mind," I ask him, "that people judge you so harshly?"
"I have no one to impress," he says. "No one who cares about what happens to me. I'm not in the business of making friends, love. My job is to lead an army, and it's the only thing I'm good at. No one," he says, "would be proud of the things I've accomplished. My mother doesn't even know me anymore. My father thinks I'm weak and pathetic. My soldiers want me dead. The world is going to hell. And the conversations I have with you are the longest I've ever had. — Tahereh Mafi

Tell me what you want" he [Warner] says desperately. "Tell me what to do," he says, "and I'll do it. — Tahereh Mafi

You are so confident," he says to me. "You're stubborn and resilient. So brave. So strong. So inhumanly beautiful. You could conquer the world. — Tahereh Mafi

You're perfect," I tell him, so overcome I forget myself. "All of you. Your entire body.
Proportionally. Symmetrically. You're absurdly, mathematically perfect. It doesn't even make sense
that a person could look like you, — Tahereh Mafi