Quotes About Cigarette

She smiled as sweetly as a show poster for the glorified, all-American Ziegfeld girl just before dumping her second cigarette into Wally's fresh cup of coffee.

temperature in the storehouse seemed to have risen a notch. I guessed it was my anxiety. The air was faintly smoky, as if somebody was smoking a cigarette. Takeo smoked. I remembered his long-ago offer of a cigarette. I'd declined and bhe had never smoked in my presence after that. Was he inside and smoking as he leisurely made his way toward me? No, he wasn't the one. I knew that the danger was Eriko Iwata. I heard

Encendió un cigarrillo para desinfectar la memoria.

He was rarely tender, and seldom reached out to anticipate another's needs, though occasionally he would exhibit a sudden concern for another outlaw, hitchhiker, or bum, and go out of his way to see them looked after. He was touching and infinitely fragile. His indescribably white hands moved constantly: putting a cigarette almost to his mouth, then tugging relentlessly at a tuft of hair at his neck, inadvertently dumping the cigarette ashes in dusty cavalcades down his jacket.

Oh yes, thank you, Kitty,' she said and then sat and looked at her food. At one point she keeled forward and laid her cheek along her cigarette arm, which was stuck out straight across the tabletop. She was weeping. If such a thing can be said of someone who was making no sound and shedding no tears. Then she straightened up, pushed the palm of her hand up across her cheek and resumed her cigarette, ate through exhaled smoke, and poured herself some red wine.

So she dances around the room to a tune from down-stairs, her arms outstretched to an imaginary partner, the cigarette waving in her hand.)

She hated the smell of cigarette smoke

That's why his hands were trembling as he lighted another cigarette. He was about to bump up against and break through an invisible membrane between the perfectly controlled world locked inside his head and the endlessly overflowing unpredictable, dangerous world outside.

the only pleasure or crutch that smokers receive when they light up, is trying to get back to the level of peace and tranquillity that non-smokers experience the whole of their lives, and that since each cigarette, far from relieving the withdrawal pangs from nicotine, is actually causing them, even that pleasure or crutch is illusory.

HOW the ADDICTION STARTS • ALARM BELLS • THAT EMPTY FEELING • ONE CIGARETTE LEADS TO ANOTHER • RE-PROGRAMMING YOUR BRAIN • THE KEY TO ESCAPE

Vic's father was badass. Other dads built things. Hers blew shit up and rode away on a Harley, smoking the cigarette he used to light the fuse. Top that.

What torture, this life in society! Often someone is obliging enough to offer me a light, and in order to oblige him I have to fish a cigarette out of my pocket.

The counter had not been emptied by Raffles; its contents were in the Chubb's safe, which he had given up at a glance; nor had he looked at the silver, except to choose a cigarette case for me. He had confined himself entirely to the shop window. This was in three compartments, each secured

More doctors smoke Camels than any other cigarette.

Winston tastes good like a cigarette should.

You might be a firefighter if you've ever smoked and there wasn't a cigarette in sight.

He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.

then he stretched himself alongside her to smoke a cigarette with all the ceremony of an opium dreamer.

If you smoke on a sailboat, flip your ashes or discard your cigarette on the side the sail is on, so the wind won't blow sparks or ashes or butts back into the boat. —Amy Vanderbilt's Complete Book of Etiquette

Mescal turns out to be a drink that tastes as if someone has put their cigarette out in it. You drink it, he is informed, with an orange slice that has been coated in toasted worms.

Mescal turns out to be a drink that tastes as if someone has put their cigarette out in it.

Mescal turns out to be a drink that tastes as if someone has put their cigarette out in it. You drink it, he is informed, with an orange slice that has been coated in toasted worms. "You are kidding me," Less says, but they are not kidding him.

The same as a cigarette? asked Rita excitedly, as Mrs. Sin bent over her. The same, but very, very gentle.

Something about glamour interested me. All my schoolbooks had drawings of women on terraces with a cocktail and a cigarette.