Quotes About Smoke

My spirit is warmed up with the visions of my destiny; while my heart is burning with the desires to achieve them all. Those thoughts have produced a thick smoke that's clouding my mind from focusing in the present moment.

The writer C. S. Lewis once characterized this style of argument: "The very lack of evidence is thus treated as evidence; the absence of smoke proves that the fire is very carefully hidden."18 Such arguments are effectively impossible to refute, as Lewis noted. "A belief in invisible cats cannot be logically disproved," although it does "tell us a good deal about those who hold it."19 The

This mortal life decays apace How soon the bubble's broke Adam and all his numerous race Are Vanity and Smoke.

carne-not-vale but salve, a loud hello and hallelujah both, a dizzying lostness in which was found another version of yourself, one that was tasting smoke and chocolate and make-up, none of which you liked but did now, even as your wrists were singing, the egg on your forehead breaking, and your eyes agape from the out-of-this-world experience of your face eaten by a swan.

In the dim light, surrounded by swirls of sweet hash smoke, she was as clear as a cut-glass figurine.

Brownian motion, the movement of a tiny smoke particle due to the constant bombardment of millions of invisible air molecules, traces a fractal path with dimension close to 2.

The next morning was peaceful and clear. The sea was calm. White smoke from the volcano on Oshima, just above the horizon, drifted up into the sky. Never mind. I hate describing scenery.

At night, low hearths will send up wispy curls of smoke fragrant with a dozen dinners, and darkness will clothe the land.

Texas barbecue is so good, you don't need barbecue sauce, and some places don't bother to serve it, believing that it distracts from the exquisite flavors.

Olí a pelo quemado y confié en no haber perdido las cejas. No quería pasarme un mes con expresión de sorpresa.

And the cavern of fire was enormous, labyrinthine, that received the man. He branched and flamed, glowed and increased, and was suddenly extinguished in the little puffs of smoke and tired thoughts.

My mother, sitting at the kitchen table, the steam rising from her cup entwining with the smoke curling from her cigarette resting on an invariably chipped ashtray.

Forcing smoke down my lungs is pulmonary rape. It invades my body against my will, and it's not fair.

Er ruft spielt süßer den Tod der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland er ruft streicht dunkler die Geigen dann steigt ihr als Rauch in die Luft dann habt ihr ein Grab in den Wolken da liegt man nicht eng

he calls out play death more sweetly Death is a master from Deutschland he calls scrape those fiddles more darkly then as smoke you'll rise in the air then you'll have a grave in the clouds there you'll lie at ease

Her attention drifted as a roaring filled her ears. Smoke was the smell of battle for all of history, smoke and blood and fear. I wonder how real it is to the masses on Earth who rely on us to keep them safe? The entire concept of war for most of the twenty billion Flatlanders was formed by thirty-second holocasts broadcast to their homes after dinner, smoke free.

Running from the presence of God has the futility of "trying to shovel smoke with a rake".

The seeds of the Fourth Reich were sewn before the smoke and dust of battle had settled following Victory in Europe, May 8, 1945. They were sewn in the U.S. by "Operation Paperclip" which, no doubt, was well-intentioned on the part of its instigators.

The engine settled and breathed hard in place, like a small dragon home from war. Smoke chuffed and streamed out behind, marring the flat sky,

I can't see him through the smoke but recognize the solid, spreading warmth of his skin and his smell, which has always been exactly like this, the scent of trees becoming wise.

We called Paris the great good place then, and it was. We invented it after all. We made it with our longing and cigarettes and Rhum St. James; we made it with smoke and smart and savage conversation and we dared anyone to say it wasn't ours. Together we made everything and then we busted it apart again.

The Captain stuffed tobacco into his kaolin pipe. And here he was in his mild and mindless way still roaming, still reading out the news of the world in the hope that it would do some good, but in the end he must carry a weapon in his belt and he had a child to protect and no printed story or tale would alter that. He considered the men who must be following them and also that the smell of tobacco smoke carried far and wide, far more than meat smoke, so on second thought he laid down the pipe.

Through the smoke she could feel bodies around her. Hot and faint, she felt for them with her hands. The gunfire came from right outside the door, but when the lattice beam fell from the ceiling, all sounds faded away, all faded away, and there was no more fear. Only regret was left. Regret for Alexander.

She is smoke herself, her skin translucent crepe paper, once real, now an ashen vapor.