I believe in the rest of the story. I believe there's still ink in the pen. . . . and someday all that's hazy through a clouded glass will be clear at last.
A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?
It is dry, hazy June weather. We are more of the earth, farther from heaven these days.
The question that drives me hazy is whether it is I or others who is crazy.
There will come a day A hazy day in May Or a storm in mid-December When you need someone Just to have a little fun Then I could be the perfect girl for you.
It's a curse - this not wanting to look on naked realities. Until the war, life was never more real to me than a shadow show on a curtain. And I preferred it so. I do not like the outlines of things to be too sharp. I like them gently blurred, a little hazy.
The first moments of sleep are an image of death; a hazy torpor grips our thoughts and it becomes impossible for us to determine the exact instant when the I, under another form, continues the task of existence.
Sometimes our motivations can be quite hazy, contradictory and multi-faceted, in real life.
The audience seems hazy to me, shrouded in a veil through which I can't see.
