Quotes About Cigar

If retirement requires a certain degree of peace of mind and an easy conscience, Victor Florian did not appear to have much of either. He held an unlit cigar in his mouth and had more hair in each eyebrow that most people have on their head.

A stroke saw him off on All Souls' Night, with a Cuban cigar in his lips and a twenty-five-year-old on his lap. What a way to go.

I'm at the age now where just putting my cigar in its holder is a thrill.

Happiness? A good cigar, a good meal, a good cigar and a good woman - or a bad woman it depends on how much happiness you can handle.

Happiness? A good cigar, a good meal, and a good woman - or a bad woman; it depends on how much happiness you can handle.

He threw his cigar away and looked up at the outstretched Galaxy. "Back to oil and coal, are they?" he murmured—and what the rest of his thoughts were he kept to himself.

A youth with his first cigar makes himself sick; a youth with his first girl makes everybody sick.

Oh, I love to see a man with a cigar. It reminds me of my grandfather. Morning to night, he used to sit with a great big stogie dangling from his lips. Oh, the hours we kids used to spend sitting on his lap, playing with the yellow whiskers beneath his nose. Then he'd take out his teeth with the cigar still in them and chase us around the room! We'd all laugh and laugh . . . then suddenly Grampa's mood would change, and we'd all have to run for our lives. . . . You can't buy memories like that.

and you go on toward your ocean, the cigar biting your lips the way love used to.

I think good poetry should startle, shatter and, yes, entertain while getting as close to the truth as possible. I can get all the comfort I need from a good cigar.

You have to have the right atmosphere, really be in the right mood to really fully enjoy a Cohiba.

It's personal freedom, not hundred dollar bills that lights the soul's cigar.

on a patent cigar lighter i do not agree with him myself i would rather have half the happiness and twice the longevity but at the same time i wish there was something i wanted as badly as he wanted to fry himself

What this country needs is a good five-cent cigar.

A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.

There was a young man of Herne Bay who was making some fireworks one day: but he dropped his cigar in the gunpowder jar. There was a young man of Herne Bay.

What smells so? Has somebody been burning a Rag, or is there a Dead Mule in the Back yard? No, the Man is Smoking a Five-Cent Cigar.

I never can understand how anyone can not smoke it deprives a man of the best part of life. With a good cigar in his mouth a man is perfectly safe, nothing can touch him, literally.

When we were choosing homes, Czar made it plain to choose something we'd be comfortable in. This has a temperature-controlled wine and cigar room." She frowned up at him and then blinked, those long lashes fanning her cheeks. "Do you even drink wine? Do you smoke cigars?" He grinned down at her. "No. But that doesn't matter. It's just fuckin' cool.

Henri was giggling now, barely able to contain himself. So I'm to shovel coal into my shoes hoping no one notices, while smoke and steam - what of the vapor? There's little more smoke than a cigar, and the steam would be barely visible by gas lamp. It vents out the back of your trousers, under the tail of your coat. Marvelous! said Henri. I use a similar port for my own vapors. I want to try them, immediately.

That smell of freshly cut grass makes me think of Friday night football in high school. The smell of popcorn and cigar smoke reminds me of the stadium. The cutting of the grass reminds me of the August practice.

Also, he was smoking a cigar, and when a man is smoking a cigar, wearing a hat, he has an advantage; it is harder to find out how he feels.

If all pleasure has, preserved within it, earlier pain, then here pain, as pride in bearing it, is raised directly, untransformed, as a stereotype, to pleasure: unlike wine, each glass of whisky, each inhalation of cigar smoke, still recalls the repugnance that it cost the organism to become attuned to such strong stimuli, and this alone is registered as pleasure.

What this country needs is a really good five cent cigar.