Quotes About Smoke

One day, when we were coming back from school, we saw this big cloud of smoke coming up, and all these fire-trucks in the yard. The garage was burning down. I was 14, and we'd lost everything.

Mitch killer bitch let me tell you this we gon get together real soon and we're gonna pow wow. You and the big bow wow. We gonna do it doggy style. We're going to smoke til there ain't no tomorrow. I'm talking back to back to back to back. We're gonna smoke-olympus. So get your lungs ready and stay on deck cause when I come to town Mitch killer bitch we're gonna blow it down. Real talk. Slow motion with the potion.

Life is an addiction Wind to feel, Love to crave, Power to have, Cigarette's to smoke.

That evening I rode downtown on an unaccountably empty bus, sitting in the last row. At the front I saw a thin cloud of smoke rising around the driver's head. 'Hey, bus driver,' I said. 'Can I smoke?' 'May I,' said the bus driver. 'I love you,' I said.

Smoke had left the eye sockets of houses with black eyebrows of astonishment. Cats

The old man had been stoking and sipping at his pipe for the last fifteen minutes as they awaited the prisoner. The smoke of his tobacco was the foulest that she, a girl raised in a house with seven brothers and a widowed father, had every been obliged to inhale. It hung in the room as thick as sheepshearing and made arabesques in the harsh slanting light from the window.

A few flames crackled here and there along the nubs that once were branches. Then they flickered out, too, leaving smoke, a whistle of steam, and a light snowfall of ashes.

Lots of traffic heading into town. One dirty, smoke-belching van makes me so angry that if I'd been alongside I think I would have had a go at the driver. I'd rather see pollution wardens than parking wardens but I suppose there's no money in pollution prevention.

I love being chubby because chicks that smoke pot love me. They think I have food at my house.

camouflage (rather oddly from camouflet, meaning "to blow smoke up someone's nose," a pastime that appears on the linguistic evidence to be specific to the French)

Cigars are all the rage, dad. You should smoke cigars! - Calvin Flatulence could be all the rage, but it would still be disgusting. - Calvin's mom

Always somewhere there is fire or smoke, insistent reminders of the greed consuming the world

Parecia haver fumaça saindo dos meus nervos, como aquela que saía das churrasqueiras e da estrada. Toda a paisagem — praia, encosta, mar e pedras — tremia diante dos meus olhos como a cortina de um palco.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap And seeing that it was a soft October night Curled once about the house, and fell asleep

I have gone at dusk through narrow streets and watched the smoke that rises from the pipes of lonely men leaning out of windows

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,  The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,  Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,  Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,  Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,  Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,  And seeing that it was a soft October night,  Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

Kill One, Skip One The beer garden was crowded with people in rumpled sport shirts and slacks and cool cotton dresses. It was hot, smoky, wet and rank with the odor of beer, turgidly alive with sluggish conversation and the rasping of a juke box. I bought a beer at the bar and asked if Baxter Osgood was around.

Does she ever get sick from eating human food? Kaddar watched as the dragon managed to dump half the water down her throat and half all over herself. Daine smiled. She never gets sick from anything, Once she ate a box of myrrh. She was only three months old. I thought every little accident she had would harm her for life. She didn't get sick? She burped smoke for a week, that's all.

The 'fires'n that produce thick, rarely innocent, often strategic smoke should therefore be scrutinized. they should be known and identified; and when they involve dishonesty, lies, or manipulation, they they should be ignored.

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes . . . —William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

Y los gestos del amor, ese dulce museo, esa galería de figuras de humo. Consuélese tu vanidad: la mano de Antonio buscó lo que busca tu mano, y ni aquélla ni la tuya buscaban nada que ya no hubiera sido encontrado desde la eternidad. Pero las cosas invisibles necesitan encarnarse, las ideas caen a la tierra como palomas muertas.

A hand of smoke took his hand, started him downward, if it was downward, showed him a centre, if it was a centre, put it in his stomach, where the vodka was softly making crystal bubbles, some sort of infinitely beautiful and desperate illusion which some time back he had called immortality.

Her rage filled the house, flat stale smoke. It got into everything, into our hair and our food, like the fallout they talked to us about in school that would one day drift down soft as snow.

Before all hope died I used to have this stupid dream that shit could be saved, that we would be in bed together like the old times, with the fan on, the smoke from our weed drifting above us, and I'd finally try to say words that could have saved us. ________ ________ ________.