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Tag Name "Hazel" (42)

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Hazel Grace,” he said. “Hi,” I said. “How are you?” “Grand,” he said. “I have been wanting to call you on a nearly minutely basis, but I have been waiting until I could form a coherent thought in re An Imperial Affliction.” (He said “in re.” He really did. That boy.)
John Green
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Hazel squinted. How far? Just over the river and through the woods. Percy raised an eyebrow. Seriously? To Grandmother's house we go? Frank cleared his throat. Yeah, anyway.
Rick Riordan
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Hazel screamed at the top of her lungs, but it was a scream of delight. For the first time in her life-in her two lives-she felt absolutely unstoppable.
Rick Riordan
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Hazel!” he yelled. “That box! Open it!” She hesitated, then saw the box he meant. Te label read WARNING. DO NOT OPEN. “Open it!” Leo yelled again.
Rick Riordan
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Hazel frowned. Why that one? You don't see the ghost? Frank asked. Ghost? Nico asked. Okay... if Frank was seeing a ghost that the Underworld kids couldn't see, something was definitely wrong.
Rick Riordan
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Hazel has to realize that her mom was wrong when she said, “I won’t be a mother anymore.” The truth is, after Hazel dies (assuming she dies), her mom will still be her mom, just as my grandmother is still my grandmother even though she has died. As long as either person is still alive, that relationship survives. (It changes, but it survives.)
John Green
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What's your name ? Hazel . No , your full name . Um , Hazel Grace Lancaster .
John Green
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It must be some book, she said as she knelt down next to the bed...Did that boy give it to you? She asked out of nowhere. By 'it' do you mean herpes? You are too much, Mom said, The book, Hazel. I mean the book.
John Green
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A health to the nut-brown lass, With the hazel eyes: let it pass. . . . . As much to the lively grey 'Tis as good i' th' night as day: . . . . She's a savour to the glass, And excuse to make it pass.
John Suckling
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The seed of God is in us: Pear seeds grow into pear trees Hazel seeds into hazel trees And God seeds into God.
Meister Eckhart
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Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood - and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
Pablo Neruda
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Brayden met my eyes. His were hazel, almost like Eddie’s but with a little green. Not as much green as Adrian’s, of course. No one’s eyes were that amazingly green.
Richelle Mead
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What did he say? Hazel asked. With the cussing removed? He said he can get us to the top, Percy replied.
Rick Riordan
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Schist, said an angry voice from the grass. Hazel raised her eyebrows. Excuse me? Schist! Big pile of schist!
Rick Riordan
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Percy? Annabeth gripped his arm. Oh, bad, he muttered. Bad. Bad. He looked across the table at Frank and Hazel. You guys remember Polybotes? The giant who invaded Camp Jupiter, Hazel said. The anti-Poseidon you whacked in the head with a Terminus statue. Yes, I think I remember
Rick Riordan
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Bring the buds of the hazel-copse, Where two lovers kissed at noon Bring the crushed red wild-thyme tops Where they murmured under the moon.
Alfred Noyes
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I can’t believe how much this place has grown,” Hazel muttered. The taxi driver grinned in the rearview mirror. “Been a long time since you visited, miss?” “About seventy years,” Hazel said. The driver slid the glass partition closed and drove on in silence.
Rick Riordan
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People feared snowstorms once. Hazel read about this all the time. Pioneers opened their front doors and saw they'd been entombed in snow overnight. They walked across malevolent swirling whiteness and did not know if they would survive. Nature can destroy us in a blink. We live on only at its pleasure. That was what looking at the witch was like.
Anne Ursu
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Leo,” Hazel gasped, “I can’t—my arms—” “Hazel,” he said. “Do you trust me?” “No!” “Me neither,” Leo admitted.
Rick Riordan
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In her excellent, entirely readable Richard Wright, Hazel Rowley accomplishes what [previous biographer] Michel Fabre would have liked to do with once-guarded letters, aging witnesses, previously unidentified girlfriends. . . . Mostly, Rowley concentrates on telling Wright's very powerful story.
Darryl Pinckney
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I'm gonna be percy Jackson when I grow up, she told Hazel solemnly. Hazel Smiled and ruffled her hair. That's a good thing to be, Julia. Although, Frank said. Frank Zhang would be good too.
Rick Riordan
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The fallen hazel-nuts, Stripped late of their green sheaths, The grapes, red-purple, Their berries Dripping with wine, Pomegranates already broken, And shrunken fig, And quinces untouched, I bring thee as offering.
Hilda Doolittle
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No! Leo yelled. Uhhh, Nico groaned from the floor. Piper! Jason cried. Monkey! Frank yelled. Not monkeys, Hazel grumbled. I think those are dwarfs. Stealing my stuff! Leo yelled, and ran for the stairs.
Rick Riordan
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All salvation is temporary, Augustus shot back. I bought them a minute. Maybe that's the minute that buys them an hour, which is the hour that buys them a year. No one's gonna buy them forever, Hazel Grace, but my life bought them a minute. And that's not nothing.
John Green
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