Quotes About Cigarette

car designers still haven't sorted this problem. They still install cigarette lighters, even though most smokers carry a lighter, and glove compartments – glove compartments! Why is there an area reserved for gloves? It just helps impulsive murderers, doesn't it? Electric windows are all very nice but hardly necessary. And yet no one has thought about emptying the bladder.

Time, the greatest enemy of man, is an addict who smokes the cigarette of life and uses God's soil as an ashtray.

My memory of my mom is a wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She was a runway fashion model, and she was quite a glamorous woman.

shook a cigarette from my pack and offered one to Danny who wagged his head negatively. "I didn't think you could finger her for me, Danny," I said, lighting up. "But you've been around a while now. Tell me who the old-timers are. Put me wise to someone who knows the score." Danny

Edie enters the Factory in her otherworldly daze. She is at once natural and a creation of pure artifice. Everything about her - her tights, her long legs, her high heels, her preternaturally skinny body, her huge eyes - seems to drift upwards as if the cigarette she is smoking were made of helium.

Found a smoldering cigarette left by a horse.

I have a beard of fog that I wear on misty mornings. It's not cigarette smoke, but I'd understand if you wanted to shave it off and inhale it.

E algumas noites vi a brasa do cigarro dele na escuridão, como se fosse a de um soldado nas trincheiras, tão exausto e enojado que já não se importa de denunciar a sua posição e morrer de um disparo certeiro guiado pelo seu lume persistente.

stubbed it out in the ashtray she had been using before, for her equally

Mr. Popple, in fact, held that the personality of the artist should at all times be dissembled behind that of the man. It was his opinion that the essence of good-breeding lay in tossing off a picture as easily as you lit a cigarette.

On CBS Radio the news of his Ed Murrow's death, reportedly from lung cancer, was followed by a cigarette commercial.

I lit a cigarette and said to Feldspen, "That sounds to me like the biggest extortion this side of the Federal Income Tax. Are you sure the guy was serious?

Then of course I found it. I'd been flicking through a row of cassette cases, my mind on other things, when suddenly there it was, under my fingers, looking just the way it had all those years ago: Judy, her cigarette, the coquettish look for the barman, the blurred palms in the background.

Are you calling me a poseur? I should be offended." "You could prove me wrong." I stuffed my bag in, took out my binder, then gestured at the cigarette in his hand. "Smoke that." "In here? I think that's against the rules." "Which shouldn't bother you at all, if you're the rebel you pretend to be.

There might be fish in there, but if there were, they were living on the cigarette ends that were getting pushed around the surface by a sluggish fountain that burped and belched like an asthmatic cow.

Karras glanced at the tape of Regan's voice, and then wearily sat down at the desk, where he lit another cigarette and blew out a ragged cone of bluish-gray smoke as he thought once again of the

Bu pencere yaln?z. Bu y?ld?z yaln?z, masada unutulmu? bir c?gara gibi - tüten, mavi mavi tüten, tek ba??na. Ben de yaln?z?m, diyor adam. C?garam? yak?yorum, içiyorum. C?gara içip dü?ünüyorum. Yaln?z de?ilim.

I lit my last cigarette and said my little prayers. Clare, here's one for you. Susan, here's one for you. Jeanette, here's one for you. Paula, they're all for you. And the unborn. I sat there, singing along to The Little Drummer Boy, with those far off days, those days of grace, coming down. Waiting for the blue lights. Ninety miles an hour.

Corona apagó con rapidez el cigarrillo y sonrió. —¡No faltaba más!

Suddenly he stopped in front of me and asked for a cigarette. I had a package of Players in my pocket and wanted to give them to him. But he refused to take the whole package, saying quite calmly that obviously he didn't have time to smoke them all.

Come over here and light me a cigarette, she'd said. I'd snuck a little inhale, and my mother had smiled. But then she'd said, Don't get started with something you won't be able to do without.

It deified a certain posture: static, cream-shouldered, jutting hips, cigarette poised between lipstick and eternity.

The cigarette gets the credit for everything and the blame for nothing.

I take a long drag on the Malediction like maybe it'll start a tornado and carry me back home like Dorothy.