Hazel Callahan Quotes

Sometimes the stars make me feel better, but not tonight. "How?" He asked. "How do they make you feel better?" Hazel thought about that for a silent minute. "Maybe because they tell me that there is something more I can't see".

The name of their new land came to Hazel right as prayer, a name that already existed, that had waited for them, a name of secrets, of the earth and its rivers, just like the two sisters. “It’s called Whisperwood and the River of Stars.

He'd looked to Mum with a gaze so fiercely desperate that Hazel couldn't help but hope that someday a man would look at her the same.

Not very long ago and not very far away, there once was and still is an invisible place right here with us. And if you are born knowing, you will find your way through the woodlands to the shimmering doors that lead to the land made just and exactly for you. HAZEL MERSEY LINDEN, 1939

Why do you have these parties?” Hazel asked, teeth chattering. “To honor the seasons, curious one. To honor each other. To gather. To remember that we are part of something much bigger than the petty things of today, bigger than gossip and—” “War.” “Yes, we are part of something even bigger than war. Something that goes on and on and was celebrated before us and will be celebrated after us.

Sometimes when Hazel made stories for Flora, what happened next in the plot came flying at her like a secret only she could hear. Other times the story hid in shadows, not ready to reveal itself.

I’m not so sure it’s about getting anything back.” He looked to the sky and then back at Hazel. “It’s about having what is right here, right now, and not squandering what remains.

Doesn't it make you a little sad," [Nathan] mused to Callahan. "A bear's a beautiful creature, and here we are out for blood." "Beautiful creature, my ass," Callahan replied. "A bear may be a beautiful creature, but a problem bear is, well, another bear altogether. Do you know, Nathan, where the word 'bear' comes from, etymologically speaking?" Nathan shrugged. "Do I look like a fuckin' etymologist?" "'Bear' comes from the proto-germanic language, the ancestor to basically all western European languages, including English," explained Callahan. "It comes from 'beorn', which means 'brown one'. The original word for 'bear' in proto-germanic has been lost to time, but probably more closely resembled the latin word 'ursus'. The pagans of prehistoric Europe treated bears as monsters, akin to dragons and trolls. They saw their raw strength and attributed magickal powers to them. The theory is that, by calling the animal by its proper name 'ursus', you would summon one, so they used the euphemism 'the brown one' instead, and it stuck around longer than the animal's original name." "They're not all monsters, though," said Nathan, suddenly very concerned with defending the unproblematic bears. "That's what makes the bad ones 'problem bears' and not just 'bears'." "No, of course not. And now we use the Latin and Greek names for them, scientifically speaking. Now that we treat them like animals and not monsters, we call them Ursus arctos in scientific literature, literally 'bear bear'. It's their old names, demystified. But out here in the woods?" Callahan gestured behind them, and Nathan realized that they'd now followed Dingo far enough into the woods that they could no longer see the cabin, the relative safety of their truck, or any immediate hope for backup behind them. "Out here in the woods, a bear is a bear.