Quotes About Smoke

El pasado era ése [...] él creyendo que la vida iba a quedar allí, detenida en ese idilio injusto, uno junto al otro, defendidos quién sabe por qué, solos en la nube de humo y metáforas cochinas

The history of the anti-nuclear movement is therefore not lit by sunshine, but shrouded in coal smoke.

Coal-fired power stations in fact release far more radiation into the environment than nuclear power stations, due to trace radionuclides being concentrated into coal ash and blown away in dust and smoke.

All I want to do is yoga and hike, and smoke weed. It's funny.

All the electronic devices are powered by white smoke. When smoke goes out, device is dead.

The eerie, still, darkness was flickered and slivered by small receding flames, and was wrapped in the brown smell of burned beans and tobacco smoke and human sweat, and Kit had the sense that he was somehow simply a spectator to another side of reality – observing, listening.

To cool the smoke, which is hotter and coarser than that of tobacco, a filter consisting of a damp cloth was sometimes held over the mouthpiece. In India, the pipe was known as a chillim (sometimes spelt chillum or chillam) which derived from the Hindi chilam, meaning a chalice.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling in lovers eyes, being vexed a sea nourished with lovers tears, What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a perserving sweet.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

People now think of the early 1800s being an industrial time of smoke and factories but, as with every age, it was a carousel of many periods at once. The past stays and echoes even as modernity roars ahead.

If there is no fog on the day you come home I will build a bonfire So the smoke will make the cedars look the way you like them

smoke, spattered with grey-black debris, coming faster and thicker, eager to escape the brick maw and billow across the unbroken sky. 'Go on...go!' Tania said, exhilarated, raising her arms above her, scattering the sparrows from the trees, who fluttered through the grey snow and beyond it, singing their journey as they flew.

and Edmond blew smoke rings in the air and I closed my eyes and wished they were mine.

Because they do burn leaves here, the older folks do, and I remember now that I love it and always have. The way fall feels at night because of it, because of the crackling sound and walking around the sidewalks, like when you're a kid, and kicking those soft piles, and seeing smoke from backyards and Mr. Kilstrap standing over the metal drum with the holes in the top, the sparking embers at his feet.

Heat and wind and poisonous smoke.

Omnia Mundi Fumus et Umbra

A ghost. Smoke and dust and shadow. Nothing substantial until I chose to be, and when I did, no one would ever underestimate me again.

The sunsets here in Venice are more intensely colored than they have ever been. Do you know why?" "Why?" His voice was very quiet. "Because of the smoke from the mirror and glass factories. There were only craftsmen before, not such manufacture. There was never such smoke. It's strange, don't you think, that something that so befouls the air can be so beautiful?" "Beauty from ugliness," he mused wistfully. "No. I don't think it strange at all.

O tempo é um fumo, nos vai secando as carnes.

Se duc genii si durere, mor cuvinte si placere, generatii sub tacere, fum in vant, sub soare umbra.

Tenecki smelled smoke, cursed, and thought: -Never enough time for eternity!!

Would that, like the smoke of the watch-fires that mounts and vanishes at random in the empty sky, the smouldering flame of passion could burn itself away

You hear jazz. How music sounds piercing your mind and thinking. Jazz is an energy that dissolves your brain and throws your thoughts into the abyss. As if the cigarette smoke is all that remains of our thoughts that burn out in us. This is the mood of the soul. This is the silence of the city and the romance of life.