Quotes About Smoke

There are two hidden doors in the paneling of the Billiard Room. But they're not really secret panels. They were just there for the men guests to go from the Billiard Room to the Smoking Room with ease." Secret doors so the men could sneak off and smoke? If she tried that, her mom would bowl her down the alley for sure, Stacy thought.

Death, the sable smoke where vanishes the flame.

As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods.

I guess I'm just feeling Septemberish," sighed Chester. "It's getting towards autumn now. And it's so pretty up in Connecticut. All the trees change color. The days get very clear?with a little smoke on the horizon from burning leaves. Pumpkins begin to come out.

A glass is good, and a lass is good, And a pipe to smoke in cold weather; The world is good and the people are good, And we're all good fellows together.

Thick smoke like a herd of black horses was rising over the massive building and being blown around by the wind.

The place smelled like an incense farm married to a flower shop.

It was what should have been a bright summer day, but the smoke from the burning world filled the sky, through which the sun shone murkily, a dull and lifeless orb, blood-red and ominous.

There are two different things: there's grilling, and there's barbecue. Grilling is when people say, 'We're going to turn up the heat, make it really hot and sear a steak, sear a burger, cook a chicken.' Barbecue is going low and slow.

Let the people know my wisdom, fill the land with smoke

Her belief is built purely out of hope, piled on top of nothing, solid as smoke. Her worry, on the other hand, is dense and sharp-cornered as a lump of rock.

In France, everyone speaks French 'cause they think it's cool. Gives 'em, gives 'em an excuse to smoke.

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

[To a priest who smoked:] What a shame for a man to dress like a saint and smell like a devil!

Herein is not only a great vanity, but a great contempt of God's good gifts, that the sweetness of man's breath, being a good gift of God, should be willfully corrupted by this stinking smoke.

Ng blows out more smoke, thinking. "As we learned in Vietnam, high-powered weapons are so sensorily overwhelming that they are similar to psychoactive drugs. Like LSD, which can convince people they can fly—causing them to jump out of windows—weapons can make people overconfident. Skewing their tactical judgment. As in the case of Fisheye.

You can't run, you can't hide, and the idea that you have no control at all just gets into your head and it sticks there. In my time in the Navy, I was never so scared in my life. Bombs and smoke everywhere, fires on the deck. Meanwhile, the guns are booming and the noise is like nothing you've ever heard. Thunder times ten, maybe, but that doesn't describe it. In the big battles, Japanese Zeros strafed the deck continually, the shots ricocheting all over the place.

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.

The constable lit the bong and lost himself in the scuba bubbles of sweet comforting smoke.

Engaged in a fiery dance, their bodies were linked and seperated by the flashing blades. At times they nearly touched, taut skin only a hair's breadth away, but then momentum would whirl them apart, and they would withdraw for a second, only to join again. Their sinuous forms wove together like twisting ropes of windblown smoke.

If I had scales, this place would make them itch , he said to Saphira. A small puff of smoke rose from her nostrils as she snorted with amusement.

The lesson about food is that the most predictable and the most orderly outcomes are always not the best. They are just easier to describe. Fads are orderly. Food carts and fires aren't. Feeding the world could be a delicious mess, full of diverse flavors and sometimes good old-fashioned smoke.