Quotes About Smoke

To see the smoke from his loved palace rise, While the dear isle in distant prospect lies

With that, the owl-eyed goddess flew away like a bird, up through the smoke.

There was a layer of grey-blue smoke in the room at about shoulder level, and a big wave in it, probably produced by me as I came in through the double doors of the back porch. The wave rose slowly between us while my father stared at me.

THE SCENT and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high gambling – a compost of greed and fear and nervous tension – becomes unbearable and the senses awake and revolt from it.

The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning.

although the high walls that surrounded his home might conceal the tongues of fire, they could no longer conceal the clouds of smoke.

I'd do the Mount St. Helen's trick, where the smoke comes out of the top. I wouldn't even have to look at people. I'd hear that 'Ahhhh!'

Trust your landmark and run through the smoke. It's going to open up eventually.

Raised high, the sword groaned awake, chains of smoke writhing from the blade. A terrible sound as of wheels creaking filled the air and behind it arose a chorus of moaning filled with hopelessness.

The teas consisted of an array of fiery foreign dishes, accompanied by an unidentifiable hot beverage that tasted of stale smoke. Shan could barely eat. The spices burned his mouth, the drink made him nauseous.

Miraculously, the smoke haze was beginning to seep out from the corners of my mind, leaving a sparkling clarity in its wake. I felt incredibly tall, and steady too.

How many times had she danced herself into a deliciously drunken frenzy around the edges of her smouldering offerings, breathing deeply the heady, powerful, almost frightening reek of smoke?

Wild Fremen said it well: "Four things cannot be hidden -- love, smoke, a pillar of fire and a man striding across the open bled.

The sensation Ihad experienced vanished like smoke from a snuffed candle, leaving behind wisps of namelesslonging.

His kiss was light but lingering, like smoke from shivering lips on a freezing winter morning.

He says it's a condition of our relationship that I don't smoke, she says. We laugh. We are tired. Too tired to confront conditions.

He could not feel agony. He could not feel sadness. His consciousness felt smoky, wisplike, incapable of anything but calm

smoke came streaking upward. Then other threads of white began just outside the landing grid. They rushed after the first. The original rockets seemed to dodge. Others came up. There was an intricate pattern formed by the smoke trails of rockets rising and other rockets following, and some trails

I email a friend in Seattle, a prominent environmentalist, to ask him how he is faring in the smoke. He reports that the birds have stopped singing, and he is mad all the time. At least I'm not the only one.

His name tasted of fire and wings, of curling smoke, of subtlety and strength and the rasping whisper of scales.

His name tasted of fire and wings, of curling smoke, of subtlety and strength and the rasping whisper of scales. He eyed me and said stiffly, Don't land yourself into a boiling-pot, and as difficult as you may find it, try and present a respectable appearance.

Su nombre sabía a fuego y a alas, a volutas de humo, a sutileza y a fuerza, y al rasposo susurro de las escamas.

Sarkan, I said, holding the smoke and thunder of his name in my mouth like a prize, and slid onto him.

Fumul albastru al È›ig?rii îi înv?luia chipul. Buzele îi str?luceau stacojii, umede, sângerând urme pe filtrul pe care-l È›inea între ar?t?tor ÅŸi inelar.