Smoke Quotes
There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.
Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world.
It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such. The dragon, you know, hunkered in the village devouring maidens, heard the townsfolk cry ‘Monster!’ and looked behind him
He and his brothers were heroes at heart - even if they were all bad boy on the outside
She loved him. She loved Ryder Davis. She loved his stupid face and his dumb smile and his idiotic biceps.
Do you smoke, Herr Cabal?""Only to be antisocial, " replied Cabal, making no move.
Whatever am I going to do with that monster, Ryder Davis?”He gave a husky laugh. “I think you could probably just tell it to come now and it would.
You told me your mother wants grandchildren.”“My mother wants George Clooney to move to the farm too but that ain’t ever going to happen.
Where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire, ” Solo says before adding quietly, “Usually an electrical fire near the hyperspace drive, which Chewie always warns me about…
...something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.
If you want to radiation poison a nation, just start shipping them cheap ionizing smoke detectors for the home with a little too much radiation in them.
Documentary evidence says where there is smoke there is fire, be it holy smoke or otherwise.
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.
Wild Fremen said it well: "Four things cannot be hidden -- love, smoke, a pillar of fire and a man striding across the open bled.
She may have been the one whose name meant music, but his sounded like it. Saying it made her want to sing it, to lean out a window and call him home. To whisper it in the dark.
Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension, declining the war's insistence everyone move on.
Even through the smoke, you are still the most beautiful thingin this city and I, well, I am stillthe last thing you’d save in a fire.
Ionizing smoke detectors unnaturally raise the background radiation levels in the human environment.
Always somewhere there is fire or smoke, insistent reminders of the greed consuming the world
Heat in her birds of prey fingertips, smoke of gilded flowers in her aureate gorging hair.
It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.
Linc had always been a leg man. Thankfully hers made up for her caustic tongue and armour plated panties
Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree.
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
He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d been deep inside her.
He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.
If I’d known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.
He’d gone too far. He didn’t usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway.
My hands trembled, so I took a deep drag to calm my frayed nerves. I just wanted to forget that terrible sight, but questions multiplied in my mind as the smoke furled.
We look up to see if it is day or night. If stars burn cool and moon does shine, We take to smoke divine and wine.If breath of sun does belch its heat, we boil coffee and prepare to eat.
And of a Sunday swarm the folkUnder the honeysuckle vine, Quaffing, the while they talk and smoke, The sun, the melody, the wine.
Oh, yeah?" Leo growled. "Well, maybe you got the smoke, buddy, but I've got the fire.
Smoke rose straight up from the chimney, as if the house raised its hand. As if the house knew the answer.
Now, I don’t think I’m a stupid guy. I’m just an average guy who doesstupid things.
He puffed out his pigeon chest and waddled across the room towards me. With his feet pointing outwards, he looked like a fat duck with a grievance.
How many losses does it take to stop a heart, to lay waste to the vocabularies of desire?
