#haze

Yes!" Narissus unslung his bow and grabbed an arrow from his dusty quiver. "The first one who get that bronze, I will like you almost as much as I like me. I might even kiss you, right after I kiss my reflection!" "Oh my gods!" the nymphs squealed. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#bronze #echo #hazel-levesque #humor #leo-valdez

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze. ↗

— Carolyn Gold Heilbrun

#everyday #everyday life #glamour #golden #haze

I even tried to tell myself to live my best life today. ↗

— John Green

#augustus #gus #hazel #hazel-grace #the-fault-in-our-stars

Is my world turning into Harry Potter's?! ↗

— Jada Berglund

#curious #harry-potter #hazel #magic #spells

But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful. ↗

— John Green

#hazel-grace #love

[Tyson] looked him over with that massive baby-brown eye. “You are not dead. I like it when you are not dead.” Ella fluttered to the ground and began preening her feathers. “Ella found a dog,” she announced. “A large dog. And a Cyclops.” Was she blushing? Before Percy could decide, his black mastiff pounced on him, knocking Percy to the ground and barking so loudly that even Arion backed up. “Hey, Mrs. O'Leary,” Percy said. “Yeah, I love you, too, girl. Good dog.” Hazel squeaked. “You have a hellhound named Mrs. O'Leary?” “Long story. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#hazel-levesque #heroes-of-olympus #humor #mrs-o-leary #percy-jackson-and-te-olympians

It felt like everything was rising up in me, like I was drowning in this weirdly painful joy, but I couldn't say it back. I just looked at him and let him look at me until he nodded, lips pursed and turned away, placing the side of his head against the window. ↗

— John Green

#hazel-grace #love #love

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she like hers. ↗

— John Green

#hazel-grace-lancaster #love #love

The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before - but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever. As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off, the children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on. ↗

— Enid Blyton

#enchanting #haze #island #june #mysterious

Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always ↗

— John Green

#hazel-grace #grace