Hazel Quotes Page 2

When I was alive, I mean the first time, Mussolini was in charge.

We were at war.” “Mussolini?” Leo frowned. “Wasn’t he like BFFs with Hitler?

Stop!" Narcissus got to his feet. "This is not right! This person is obviously not awesome, so he must be..." He struggled for the right words. It had probably been a long time since he'd talked about anything other than himself. "He must be tricking us." Apparently Narcissus wasn't completely stupid.

...it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.

A cup of coffee - real coffee - home-browned, home ground, home made, that comes to you dark as a hazel-eye, but changes to a golden bronze as you temper it with cream that never cheated, but was real cream from its birth, thick, tenderly yellow, perfect!

It is true I do not like fire. But Leo Valdez's flames are not strong enough to trouble me." Somewhere behind Hazel, a soft, lyrical voice said, "What about my flames, old friend?" "You," he said from Percy's mouth. "Me," Hecate agreed. "It has been millennia since I fought at the side of a demigod. What do you say? Shall we play with fire?

depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.

He flipped himself onto his side and kissed me.

"You're so hot," I said, my hand still on his leg. "I'm starting to think you have an amputee fetish," he answered, still kissing me. I laughed. "I have an Augustus Waters fetish," I explained.

Tell me my copy is missing the last twenty pages or something.

Hazel Grace, tell me I have not reached the end of this book. OH MY GOD DO THEY GET MARRIED OR NOT OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS?!

The tall thief rushed down the stairs and grabbed her, swinging her around as he laughed. "And I've been thinkin' you forgot me," he said, placing her on her feet once more. "Just look at you! Tan and fit and wearin' the clothes of a Bazhir-" Alanna looked up into his friendly hazel eyes and broke into tears.

Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.

I did get to keep the wedding dresses from 'Runaway Bride'.

They're all boxed up in my garage. I've never opened them. It'll be fun one day when Hazel is taller. She can play dress-up with her friends.

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.

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.

It is a good life, Hazel Grace.

~I try to call my mother, Betty, with more regularity because I think, What if Hazel didn't call me for two weeks? I'm able to see her mothering now from a different vantage point.~

Idiotically, it occurred to me that my pink underwear didn’t match my purple bra, as if boys even notice such things.

I fear oblivion. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark.

My love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity, ~ Hazel Lancaster.

That's what we should do, Hazel Grace: We should team up and be this disabled vigilante duo roaring through the world, righting wrongs, defending the weak, protecting the endangered.

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

Some wars," he said dismissively. "What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer? My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They're made of me as surely as my brain and my heart is made of me. It is a civil war, Hazel Grace, with a predetermined winner.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

Where I am they can smell out a hurricane.

My house survived Hurricane Hazel, but it didn't get past Hugo.

The seed of God is in us. If the seed had a good, wise and industrious cultivator, it would thrive all the more and grow up to God whose seed it is, and the fruit would be equal to the nature of God. Now the seed of a pear tree grows into a pear tree, a hazel seed into a hazel tree, and the seed of God into God.

There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1.

Hi, I’m at the Speedway at Eighty-sixth and Ditch, and I need an ambulance.

The great love of my life has a malfunctioning G-tube.

"Nothing," I said. "I’m just…" I couldn’t finish the sentence, didn’t know how to. "I’m just very, very fond of you."

The thought of you being removed from the rotation is not funny to me.

As I recall, you promised to CALL when you finished the book, not text.

I love you present tense.

What's your name ? Hazel . No , your full name . Um , Hazel Grace Lancaster .

I'm a good person but a shitty writer.

You're a shitty person but a good writer. We'd make a good team.

We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.