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1:is the smoke of that incense. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi, @Sufi_Path

2: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. ~ Vincent van Gogh ,

3:tea smoke hesitantly rising into the autumn morning sky ~ Ogawa, @BashoSociety

4:tea smoke in the shadows falling leaves ~ Kobayashi Issa, @BashoSociety

5:incense smoke in the peace temple cold rain ~ Kobayashi Issa, @BashoSociety

6:Just as fire is obscured by smoke, the shining light of consciousness is obscured by the assemblage of form. ~ Sri Ramana Maharshi,

7:Just as fire is obscured by smoke, the shining light of consciousness is obscured by the assemblage of names & forms. ~ Sri Ramana Maharshi,

8:To my eyes the majesty of lords and princes is only a little smoke that floats in a ray of sunlight. ~ Sutra in 42 articles, the Eternal Wisdom

9:He opened the shaft of the bottomless pit, and from the shaft rose smoke like the smoke of a great furnace, and the sun and the air were darkened with the smoke from the shaft. ~ Anonymous, The Bible, Revelation, 9:2,

10:But every line we write breathes victory and challenge, the bad temper of a conqueror, underground explosions, howls. We are a volcano. We vomit forth black smoke. The heavens open and out comes an imposing Pile of garbage; it looks a lot like Leo Tolstoy ~ Velimir Khlebnikov,

11:The Vedantins say that the Atman is completely unattached. Sin or virtue, pain or pleasure, cannot affect it; but they can inflict sufferings on those who have attachment to the body. The smoke can soil the walls, but can do nothing to the sky. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,

12:The Self is not attached to anything. Pleasure, pain, sinfulness, righteousness, etc., can never affect the Self in any way; but they can affect those who identify themselves with the body, as smoke can blacken only the wall but not the space enclosed within it. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,

13:The book, the college, the school of art, the institution of any kind, stop with some past utterance of genius. . . . They look backward and not forward. But genius looks forward: the eyes of man are set in his forehead, not in his hindhead: man hopes: genius creates. Whatever talents may be, if the man create not, the pure efflux of the Deity is not his; - cinders and smoke there may be, but not yet flame. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,

14:Religion has convinced people that there's an invisible man ... living in the sky. Who watches everything you do every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a list of ten specific things he doesn't want you to do. And if you do any of these things, he will send you to a special place, of burning and fire and smoke and torture and anguish for you to live forever, and suffer, and suffer, and burn, and scream, until the end of time. But he loves you. He loves you. He loves you and he needs money. ~ George Carlin,

15:The Seven Da Vincian Principles are:    Curiosità - An insatiably curious approach to life and an unrelenting quest for continuous learning.    Dimostrazione - A commitment to test knowledge through experience, persistence, and a willingness to learn from mistakes.    Sensazione - The continual refinement of the senses, especially sight, as the means to enliven experience.    Sfumato (literally "Going up in Smoke") - A willingness to embrace ambiguity, paradox, and uncertainty.    Arte/Scienza - The development of the balance between science and art, logic and imagination. "Whole-brain" thinking.    Corporalità - The cultivation of grace, ambidexterity, fitness, and poise.    Connessione - A recognition of and appreciation for the interconnectedness of all things and phenomena. Systems thinking.    ~ Michael J. Gelb, How to Think Like Leonardo da Vinci: Seven Steps to Genius Every Day,

16:If the spirit of divine love can enter, the hardness of the way diminishes, the tension is lightened, there is a sweetness and joy even in the core of difficulty and struggle. The indispensable surrender of all our will and works and activities to the Supreme is indeed only perfect and perfectly effective when it is a surrender of love. All life turned into this cult, all actions done in the love of the Divine and in the love of the world and its creatures seen and felt as the Divine manifested in many disguises become by that very fact part of an integral Yoga.    It is the inner offering of the heart's adoration, the soul of it in the symbol, the spirit of it in the act, that is the very life of the sacrifice. If this offering is to be complete and universal, then a turning of all our emotions to the Divine is imperative. This is the intensest way of purification for the human heart, more powerful than any ethical or aesthetic catharsis could ever be by its half-power and superficial pressure. A psychic fire within must be lit into which all is thrown with the Divine Name upon it. In that fire all the emotions are compelled to cast off their grosser elements and those that are undivine perversions are burned away and the others discard their insufficiencies, till a spirit of largest love and a stainless divine delight arises out of the flame and smoke and frankincense. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis Of Yoga, The Ascent of the Sacrifice - 2, 165, [T2],

17:Vijnana, true ideation, called ritam, truth or vedas, knowledge in the Vedas, acts in human mind by four separate functions; revelation, termed drishti, sight; inspiration termed sruti,hearing; and the two faculties of discernment, smriti, memory,which are intuition, termed ketu, and discrimination, termed daksha, division, or viveka, separation. By drishti we see ourselves the truth face to face, in its own form, nature or self-existence; by sruti we hear the name, sound or word by which the truth is expressed & immediately suggested to the knowledge; by ketu we distinguish a truth presented to us behind a veil whether of result or process, as Newton discovered the law of gravitation hidden behind the fall of the apple; by viveka we distinguish between various truths and are able to put them in their right place, order and relation to each other, or, if presented with mingled truth & error, separate the truth from the falsehood. Agni Jatavedas is termed in the Veda vivichi, he who has the viveka, who separates truth from falsehood; but this is only a special action of the fourth ideal faculty & in its wider scope, it is daksha, that which divides & rightly distributes truth in its multiform aspects. The ensemble of the four faculties is Vedas or divine knowledge. When man is rising out of the limited & error-besieged mental principle, the faculty most useful to him, most indispensable is daksha or viveka. Drishti of Vijnana transmuted into terms of mind has become observation, sruti appears as imagination, intuition as intelligent perception, viveka as reasoning & intellectual judgment and all of these are liable to the constant touch of error. Human buddhi, intellect, is a distorted shadow of the true ideative faculties. As we return from these shadows to their ideal substance viveka or daksha must be our constant companion; for viveka alone can get rid of the habit of mental error, prevent observation being replaced by false illumination, imagination by false inspiration, intelligence by false intuition, judgment & reason by false discernment. The first sign of human advance out of the anritam of mind to the ritam of the ideal faculty is the growing action of a luminous right discernment which fixes instantly on the truth, feels instantly the presence of error. The fullness, the manhana of this viveka is the foundation & safeguard of Ritam or Vedas. The first great movement of Agni Jatavedas is to transform by the divine will in mental activity his lower smoke-covered activity into the bright clearness & fullness of the ideal discernment. Agne adbhuta kratw a dakshasya manhana.    ~ Sri Aurobindo, Hymns To The Mystic Fire, 717,

18:EVOCATION    Evocation is the art of dealing with magical beings or entities by various acts which create or contact them and allow one to conjure and command them with pacts and exorcism. These beings have a legion of names drawn from the demonology of many cultures: elementals, familiars, incubi, succubi, bud-wills, demons, automata, atavisms, wraiths, spirits, and so on. Entities may be bound to talismans, places, animals, objects, persons, incense smoke, or be mobile in the aether. It is not the case that such entities are limited to obsessions and complexes in the human mind. Although such beings customarily have their origin in the mind, they may be budded off and attached to objects and places in the form of ghosts, spirits, or "vibrations," or may exert action at a distance in the form of fetishes, familiars, or poltergeists. These beings consist of a portion of Kia or the life force attached to some aetheric matter, the whole of which may or may not be attached to ordinary matter.    Evocation may be further defined as the summoning or creation of such partial beings to accomplish some purpose. They may be used to cause change in oneself, change in others, or change in the universe. The advantages of using a semi-independent being rather than trying to effect a transformation directly by will are several: the entity will continue to fulfill its function independently of the magician until its life force dissipates. Being semi-sentient, it can adapt itself to a task in that a non-conscious simple spell cannot. During moments of the possession by certain entities the magician may be the recipient of inspirations, abilities, and knowledge not normally accessible to him.    Entities may be drawn from three sources - those which are discovered clairvoyantly, those whose characteristics are given in grimoires of spirits and demons, and those which the magician may wish to create himself.    In all cases establishing a relationship with the spirit follows a similar process of evocation. Firstly the attributes of the entity, its type, scope, name, appearance and characteristics must be placed in the mind or made known to the mind. Automatic drawing or writing, where a stylus is allowed to move under inspiration across a surface, may help to uncover the nature of a clairvoyantly discovered being. In the case of a created being the following procedure is used: the magician assembles the ingredients of a composite sigil of the being's desired attributes. For example, to create an elemental to assist him with divination, the appropriate symbols might be chosen and made into a sigil such as the one shown in figure 4.    A name and an image, and if desired, a characteristic number can also be selected for the elemental.    Secondly, the will and perception are focused as intently as possible (by some gnostic method) on the elemental's sigils or characteristics so that these take on a portion of the magician's life force and begin autonomous existence. In the case of preexisting beings, this operation serves to bind the entity to the magician's will.    This is customarily followed by some form of self-banishing, or even exorcism, to restore the magician's consciousness to normal before he goes forth.    An entity of a low order with little more than a singular task to perform can be left to fulfill its destiny with no further interference from its master. If at any time it is necessary to terminate it, its sigil or material basis should be destroyed and its mental image destroyed or reabsorbed by visualization. For more powerful and independent beings, the conjuration and exorcism must be in proportion to the power of the ritual which originally evoked them. To control such beings, the magicians may have to re-enter the gnostic state to the same depth as before in order to draw their power. ~ Peter J Carroll, Liber Null,

*** WISDOM TROVE ***

1:Do you mind if I don't smoke? ~ groucho-marx, @wisdomtrove

2:Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire. ~ aeschylus, @wisdomtrove

3:Why drink and drive if I can smoke and fly? ~ bob-marley, @wisdomtrove

4:When you smoke (ganja) you don't want to war. ~ bob-marley, @wisdomtrove

5:Courage is fire, and bullying is smoke. ~ benjamin-disraeli, @wisdomtrove

6:The more people smoke herb, the more Babylon fall. ~ bob-marley, @wisdomtrove

7:I make it a rule never to smoke while I'm sleeping. ~ mark-twain, @wisdomtrove

8:When you smoke the herb, it reveals you to yourself. ~ bob-marley, @wisdomtrove

9:Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. ~ william-shakespeare, @wisdomtrove

10:My soul seemed as foul as smoke from burning cat fur. ~ kurt-vonnegut, @wisdomtrove

11:Wherever there is smoke there is a good smoke machine. ~ john-f-kennedy, @wisdomtrove

12:Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome. ~ horace, @wisdomtrove

13:Sometimes a cigar is just a smoke and a story's just a story ~ stephen-king, @wisdomtrove

14:A woman is an occasional pleasure but a cigar is always a smoke. ~ groucho-marx, @wisdomtrove

15:Ladies who play with fire must remember that smoke gets in their eyes. ~ mae-west, @wisdomtrove

16:Lawyers spend their professional careers shoveling smoke. ~ oliver-wendell-holmes-jr, @wisdomtrove

17:A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man. ~ william-somerset-maugham, @wisdomtrove

18:Actually, depravity can be terribly boring if you don't smoke or drink. ~ audrey-hepburn, @wisdomtrove

19:I smoke ten to fifteen cigars a day. At my age I have to hold on to something. ~ george-burns, @wisdomtrove

20:If I paid ten dollars for a cigar, first I'd make love to it, then I'd smoke it. ~ george-burns, @wisdomtrove

21:Than smoke and mist who better could appraise The kindred spirit of an inner haze? ~ robert-frost, @wisdomtrove

22:Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time. ~ bob-dylan, @wisdomtrove

23:Every time you try to quit smoking you are actually getting closer to staying smoke free ~ henry-ford, @wisdomtrove

24:Surely where there's smoke there's fire? No, where there's so much smoke there's smoke. ~ john-wheeler, @wisdomtrove

25:I drink coffee with my right hand, and I smoke with my left. But I talk with both hands. ~ george-burns, @wisdomtrove

26:I got a smoke alarm at home, but really it's more like a 9-volt-battery-slowly-drainer. ~ mitch-hedberg, @wisdomtrove

27:I smoke cigars because at my age if I don't have something to hang on to I might fall down. ~ george-burns, @wisdomtrove

28:When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darknessI am nothing. ~ virginia-woolf, @wisdomtrove

29:For mortal kind taketh thought only for the day, and hath no more surety than the shadow of smoke. ~ aeschylus, @wisdomtrove

30:The seed of mortals broods o'er passing things, and hath nought surer than the smoke-cloud's shadow. ~ aeschylus, @wisdomtrove

31:The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them. ~ robert-frost, @wisdomtrove

32:The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day. ~ elizabeth-barrett-browning, @wisdomtrove

33:Lastly (and this is, perhaps, the golden rule), no woman should marry a man who does not smoke. ~ robert-louis-stevenson, @wisdomtrove

34:Music and herb go together. It's been a long time now I smoke herb. From 1960's, when I first start singing. ~ bob-marley, @wisdomtrove

35:One day you will disappear on a funeral pyre – just into nothingness, as smoke. Don’t get attached to anything. ~ rajneesh, @wisdomtrove

36:I like to smoke a pipe, because it's the punch line indicator. Whenever I take a hit of the pipe, you should be laughing. ~ mitch-hedberg, @wisdomtrove

37:Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky. ~ elie-wiesel, @wisdomtrove

38:The suffering man ought really to consume his own smoke; there is no good in emitting smoke till you have made it into fire. ~ thomas-carlyle, @wisdomtrove

39:It is not altogether a bad thing to have criminal ancestors. An arsonist grandfather may bequeath one a nose for smelling smoke. ~ ursula-k-le-guin, @wisdomtrove

40:If you prefer smoke over fire then get up now and leave. For I do not intend to perfume your mind's clothing with more sooty knowledge. ~ adyashanti, @wisdomtrove

41:Once-ler! You're making such smogulous smoke - my poor swomee swans, why they can't sing a note! No one can sing who has smog in his throat. ~ dr-seuss, @wisdomtrove

42:People who smoke cigarettes, they say "You don't know how hard it is to quit smoking." Yes I do. It's as hard as it is to start flossing. ~ mitch-hedberg, @wisdomtrove

43:So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove

44:What if, when this fog scatters and flies upward, the whole rotten, slimey city goes with it, rises with the fog and vanishes like smoke. ~ fyodor-dostoevsky, @wisdomtrove

45:My boy! Smoking is one of the greatest and cheapest enjoyments in life, and if you decide in advance not to smoke, i can only feel sorry for you. ~ sigmund-freud, @wisdomtrove

46:My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges. ~ dorothy-parker, @wisdomtrove

47:I am in fact a hobbit (in all but size). I like gardens, trees and unmechanized farmlands; I smoke a pipe, and like good plain food (unrefrigerated). ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove

48:I just had a romance that I really care about, a lot-I mean, a lot-go up in smoke. Because of the stress, and the sort of other woman that Macintosh is. ~ steve-jobs, @wisdomtrove

49:When you see all that rhetorical smoke billowing up from the Democrats, well ladies and gentleman, I'd follow the example of their nominee; don't inhale. ~ ronald-reagan, @wisdomtrove

50:Marriage is like a game of chess except the board is flowing water, the pieces are made of smoke and no move you make will have any effect on the outcome. ~ jerry-seinfeld, @wisdomtrove

51:We are all brothers and we are all suffering the same fate. The same smoke floats over all our heads. Help one another. It is the only way to survive. (pg. 39) ~ elie-wiesel, @wisdomtrove

52:The only thing that bothers me is if I'm in a restaurant and I'm eating and someone says, &

53:i been meek, and hard like an oak, i seen pretty people disappear like smoke. friends will arrive, friends will disappear. if you want me, honey baby, i'll be here. ~ bob-dylan, @wisdomtrove

54:When You smoke herb it reveals you to yourself. All the wickedness you do is revealed by the herb - it's you conscience and gives you an honest picture of yourself. ~ bob-marley, @wisdomtrove

55:As an example to others, and not that I care for moderation myself, it has always been my rule never to smoke when asleep, and never to refrain from smoking when awake. ~ mark-twain, @wisdomtrove

56:I use the cigar for timing purposes. If I tell a joke, I smoke as long as they laugh and when they stop laughing I take the cigar out of my mouth and start my next joke. ~ george-burns, @wisdomtrove

57:In what other business can a guy my age drink martinis, smoke cigars and sing? I think all people who retire ought to go into show business. I've been retired all my life. ~ george-burns, @wisdomtrove

58:Lastly no woman should marry a teetotaller, or a man who does not smoke. It is not for nothing that this "ignoble tobagie" as Michelet calls it, spreads all over the world. ~ robert-louis-stevenson, @wisdomtrove

59:I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself. ~ charles-bukowski, @wisdomtrove

60:Heap up great wealth in your house, if you wish, and live as a tyrant, but, if the enjoyment of these things be lacking, I would not buy the rest for the shadow of smoke as against happiness. ~ sophocles, @wisdomtrove

61:Soun is noght but air ybroken, And every speche that is spoken, Loud or privee, foul or fair, In his substaunce is but air; For as flaumbe is but lighted smoke, Right so soun is air ybroke. ~ geoffrey-chaucer, @wisdomtrove

62:There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders  and the grocery clerks  never know that  he's  in there. ~ charles-bukowski, @wisdomtrove

63:These flowers will be rotten in a couple hours. Birds will crap on them. The smoke here will make them stink, and tomorrow a bulldozer will probably run over them, but for right now they are so beautiful. ~ chuck-palahniuk, @wisdomtrove

64:There was not one straight floor from the foundation to the roof; the ceilings were so fantastically clouded by smoke and dust, that old women might have told fortunes in them better than in grouts of tea. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove

65:Herb? Herb is the healing of the nation, seen? Once you smoke herb, you all must think alike. Now if you thinking alike, dat mean we &

66:What, for some, is sin, others do to the glory of God. And the good Dr. Pentecost's remarks notwithstanding , I intend to go home tonight and smoke a cigar to the glory of God. It is a kind of incense drifting to Heaven. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove

67:The officers saluted as she passed and gravely bowed. They walked back across the courtyard and got into their chairs. She saw Waddington light a cigarette. A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man. ~ william-somerset-maugham, @wisdomtrove

68:Rest assured that the most fervid revivalism will wear itself out in mere smoke, if it be not maintained by the fuel of teaching... . Sound teaching is the best protection for the heresies which ravage right and left among us. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove

69:He who knows even how to prepare a smoke properly, knows also how to meditate. And he who cannot cook well cannot be a perfect sannyasin. Unless cooking is performed with a pure mind and concentration, the food is not palatable. ~ swami-vivekananda, @wisdomtrove

70:The very lack of evidence is thus treated as evidence; the absence of smoke proves that the fire is very carefully hidden... A belief in invisible cats cannot be logically disproved although it does tell us a good deal about those who hold it. ~ c-s-lewis, @wisdomtrove

71:A goal that is not in writing is like cigarette smoke: It drifts away and disappears. It is vague and insubstantial. It has no force, effect, or power. But a written goal becomes something that you can see, touch, read, and modify if necessary. ~ brian-tracy, @wisdomtrove

72:When it comes to our health, there are essentially four things under our control: the decision not to smoke, a commitment to exercise, the quality of our diet, and our level of optimism. And optimism is at least as beneficial as the others. ~ martin-seligman, @wisdomtrove

73:The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove

74:Grief ... gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn't seem worth starting anything. I can't settle down. I yawn, I fidget, I smoke too much. Up till this I always had too little time. Now there is nothing but time. Almost pure time, empty successiveness. ~ c-s-lewis, @wisdomtrove

75:All dese governments and dis this and that, these people that say they're here to help, why them say you cannot smoke the herb? Herb... herb is a plant, you know? And when me check it, me can't find no reason. All them say is, &

76:Submit to me." So she said nothing, but looked doggedly and sadly at the shore, wrapped in its mantle of peace; as if the people there had fallen alseep, she thought; were free like smoke, were free to come and go like ghosts. They have no suffering there, she thought. ~ virginia-woolf, @wisdomtrove

77:Yeah, man. It's time to let de people get good herbs and smoke. Government's a joke. All dey wan' is ya smoke cigarettes and cigar. Some cigar wickeder den herb. Yeah, man, ya can't smoke cigar. Smoke herb. Some big cigar me see man wit', God bless! Me tell him must smoke herb. ~ bob-marley, @wisdomtrove

78:The best herb I smoke in Jamaica and Africa. African - Rasclot! Them people cure it in a banana. In a banana skin. A green banana. They wrap it up in a banana so when you get it, it compressed and, I'll tell you, it great! Blood clot! In Nigeria and Ghana, love that herb! Good herb, mon. ~ bob-marley, @wisdomtrove

79:Peace cannot be built on exclusivism, absolutism, and intolerance. But neither can it be built on vague liberal slogans and pious programs gestated in the smoke of confabulation. There can be no peace on earth without the kind of inner change that brings man back to his "right mind." p. 31 ~ thomas-merton, @wisdomtrove

80:Run down the list of those who felt intense anger at something: the most famous, the most unfortunate, the most hated, the most whatever: Where is all that now? Smoke, dust, legend... or not even a legend. Think of all the examples. And how trivial the things we want so passionately are. ~ marcus-aurelius, @wisdomtrove

81:Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else. ~ alan-moore, @wisdomtrove

82:If I was ever to have a child, this is what I'd tell it: &

83:Do they think that they have given us great pleasure by telling us that they hold our soul to be no more than wind or smoke, and saying it moreover in tones of pride and satisfaction? Is this then something to be said gaily? Is it not on the contrary something to be said sadly, as being the saddest thing in the world? ~ blaise-pascal, @wisdomtrove

84:When you honor God, the storms may come, but you have a promise that others don’t have: When it’s all said and done, you’ll still be standing. You may suffer a setback, but don’t get discouraged. If you’ll stay in faith, God promises that when the smoke clears, when the dust settles, you won’t be the victim, you’ll be the victor. ~ joel-osteen, @wisdomtrove

85:You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove

86:Early on in my life, I had a broken soul. I was abused by my father, abandoned by my mother and ended up in a destructive first marriage. By the time I was 23, I was broken in my soul. I didn't know how to think right. I felt wrong about everything. But God stepped into my life, and I came out on the other side and didn't even smell like smoke. ~ joyce-meyer, @wisdomtrove

87:A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a fools-cap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town. ~ lord-byron, @wisdomtrove

88:Communication has changed so rapidly in the last 20 years, it's almost impossible to predict what might occur even in the next decade. E-mail, which now sends data hurtling across vast distances at the speed of light, has replaced primitive forms of communication such as smoke signals, which sent data hurtling across vast distances at the speed of light. ~ steve-martin, @wisdomtrove

89:But he [Depression] just gives me that dark smile, settles into my favorite chair, puts his feet on my table and lights a cigar, filling the place with his awful smoke. Loneliness watches and sighs, then climbs into my bed and pulls the covers over himself, fully dressed, shoes and all. He's going to make me sleep with him again tonight, I just know it. ~ elizabeth-gilbert, @wisdomtrove

90:Contented saturnine human figures, a dozen or so of them, sitting around a large long table... Perfect equality is to be the rule; no rising or notice taken when anybody enters or leaves. Let the entering man take his place and pipe, without obligatory remarks; if he cannot smoke... let him at least affect to do so, and not ruffle the established stream of things. ~ thomas-carlyle, @wisdomtrove

91:Since I don't smoke, I decided to grow a mustache - it is better for the health. However, I always carried a jewel-studded cigarette case in which, instead of tobacco, were carefully placed several mustaches, Adolphe Menjou style. I offered them politely to my friends: "Mustache? Mustache? Mustache?" Nobody dared to touch them. This was my test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches. ~ salvador-dali, @wisdomtrove

92:The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap And seeing that it was a soft October night Curled once about the house, and fell asleep ~ t-s-eliot, @wisdomtrove

93:I like to think of fire held in a man's hand. Fire, a dangerous force, tamed at his fingertips. I often wonder about the hours when a man sits alone, watching the smoke of a cigarette, thinking. I wonder what great things have come from such hours. When a man thinks, there is a spot of fire alive in his mind&

94:To be honest, one can only feel glad that so many modern iconoclasts consider Christianity to be full of exceptionally hypocritical, religious zealots - it's biblically accurate and a prophecy fulfilled. The old smoke screen is one of Satan's favorite tricks. He conceals the authentic. He has a persistent strategy of targeting those who remind him of Christianity because he fears those who remind him of Christ. ~ criss-jami, @wisdomtrove

95:This London City, with all of its houses, palaces, steam-engines, cathedrals, and huge immeasurable traffic an tumult, what is it but a Thought, but millions of Thoughts made into One-a huge immeasurable Spirit of a Thought, embodied in brick, in iron, smoke, dust, Palaces, Parliaments, Hackney Coaches, Katherine Docks, and the rest of it! Not a brick was made but some man had to think of the making of that brick. ~ thomas-carlyle, @wisdomtrove

96:Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow. ~ bob-dylan, @wisdomtrove

97:The child, in danger of the fire, just clings to the fireman, and trusts to him alone. She raises no question about the strength of his limbs to carry her, or the zeal of his heart to rescue her; but she clings. The heat is terrible, the smoke is blinding, but she clings; and her deliverer quickly bears her to safety. In the same childlike confidence cling to Jesus, who can and will bear you out of danger from the flames of sin. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove

98:It was a murky confusion — here and there blotted with a color like the color of the smoke from damp fuel — of flying clouds tossed up into most remarkable heaps, suggesting greater heights in the clouds than there were depths below them to the bottom of the deepest hollows in the earth, through which the wild moon seemed to plunge headlong, as if, in a dread disturbance of the laws of nature, she had lost her way and were frightened. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove

99:I am in fact a Hobbit in all but size. I like gardens, trees, and unmechanized farmlands; I smoke a pipe, and like good plain food (unrefrigerated), but detest French cooking; I like, and even dare to wear in these dull days, ornamental waistcoats. I am fond of mushrooms (out of a field); have a very simple sense of humor (which even my appreciative critics find tiresome); I go to bed late and get up late (when possible). I do not travel much. ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove

100:LOVE is essentially self-communicative: those who do not have it catch it from those who have it... . No amount of rites, rituals, ceremonies, worship, meditation, penance and remembrance can produce love in themselves. None of these is necessarily a sign of love. On the contrary, those who sigh loudly and weep and wail have yet to experience love. Love sets on fire the one who finds it. At the same time it seals his lips so that no smoke comes out ~ meher-baba, @wisdomtrove

101:I had gone to no such place but to the smoke of cafes and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all there was, and the strange excitement of waking and not knowing who it was with you, and the world all unreal in the dark and so exciting that you must resume again unknowing and not caring in the night, sure that this was all and all and all and not caring. ~ ernest-hemingway, @wisdomtrove

102:Do not use intoxicants of any sort. We who should be serving the world should not ruin our health by smoking and drinking. The money we waste on these things can be used for so many useful things. With the money we smoke away, we can buy an artificial leg for one who has lost a leg, pay for an eye operation for someone with a cataract, or buy a wheelchair for a polio victim. Or, if nothing else, we can buy some spiritual books for the local library. ~ mata-amritanandamayi, @wisdomtrove

103:Your honors here may serve you for a time, as it were for an hour, but they will be of no use to you beyond this world. Nobody will have heard a word of your honors in the other life. Your glory, your shame, your ambitions, and all the treasures for which you push hard and sacrifice much will be like wreaths of smoke. For these things, which you mostly seek, and for which you spend your life only tarry with you while you are on this side of the flood. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove

104:While the game of deadlocks and bottle-necks goes on, another more serious game is also being played. It is governed by two axioms. One is that there can be no peace without a general surrender of sovereignty: the other is that no country capable of defending its sovereignty ever surrenders it. If one keeps these axioms in mind one can generally see the relevant facts in international affairs through the smoke-screen with which the newspapers surround them. ~ george-orwell, @wisdomtrove

105:Religion has actually convinced people that there's an invisible man living in the sky who watches everything you do, every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry forever and ever 'til the end of time! ~ george-carlin, @wisdomtrove

106:Tobacco smoke is the one element in which, by our European manners, men can sit silent together without embarrassment, and where no man is bound to speak one word more than he has actually and veritably got to say. Nay, rather every man is admonished and enjoined by the laws of honor, and even of personal ease, to stop short of that point; and at all events to hold his peace and take to his pipe again the instant he has spoken his meaning, if he chance to have any. ~ thomas-carlyle, @wisdomtrove

107:And indeed there will be time for the yellow smoke that slides along the street rubbing its back upon the window-panes; there will be time , there will be time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; there will be time to murder and create, and time for all the works and days of hands that lift and drop a question on your plate; time for you and time for me, and time yet for a hundred indecisions, and for a hundred visions and revisions, before the taking of toast and tea. ~ t-s-eliot, @wisdomtrove

108:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning? ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove

109:Looking back over a decade one sees the ideal of a university become a myth, a vision, a meadow lark among the smoke stacks. Yet perhaps it is there at Princeton, only more elusive than under the skies of the Prussian Rhineland or Oxfordshire; or perhaps some men come upon it suddenly and possess it, while others wander forever outside. Even these seek in vain through middle age for any corner of the republic that preserves so much of what is fair, gracious, charming and honorable in American life. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove

110:Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was the most so. It looked as if it had once been a large house of entertainment; but the roof had fallen in, in many places, and the stairs were steep, rugged, and broken. There was a huge fire-place in the room into which they walked, and the chimney was blackened with smoke; but no warm blaze lighted it up now. The white feathery dust of burnt wood was still strewed over the hearth, but the stove was cold, and all was dark and gloomy. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove

111:This is a valley of ashes&

*** NEWFULLDB 2.4M ***

1:I smoke goody, no glaucoma. ~ Drake,

2:Smoke weed every day. ~ Wiz Khalifa,

3:Too much ends in smoke. ~ Toba Beta,

4:Dogs smoke in France. ~ Ozzy Osbourne,

5:Fire is next akin to smoke. ~ Plautus,

6:Flame is very near to smoke. ~ Plautus,

7:I smoke till I got chest pains ~ Lil Wayne,

8:I smoke, isn't that terrible? ~ Kate Hudson,

9:When I die bury me in smoke. ~ Phil Anselmo,

10:Do you mind if I don't smoke? ~ Groucho Marx,

11:Smoke that herb and clear your mind. ~ Nelly,

12:I only smoke maybe a nug a day. ~ Tommy Chong,

13:I use a smoke alarm as a timer. ~ Joan Rivers,

14:Smoke, drink and never think. ~ Rebecca Wells,

15:The house is on fire!” Smoke ~ Pam Mu oz Ryan,

16:There's no smoke without fire. ~ Georgy Zhukov,

17:You smoke for fun, I smoke to die ~ John Green,

18:because a rumor is like smoke. ~ Oliver P tzsch,

19:The Pope held the smoke grenades. ~ Declan Finn,

20:You smoke for fun. I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

21:herding cats and shoveling smoke. ~ Eric Metaxas,

22:I smoke because I like to get high. ~ Method Man,

23:Hey hey hey, smoke weed everyday ~ Dave Chappelle,

24:I don't smoke much pot anymore. ~ Seth MacFarlane,

25:Look like barbie, Smoke like marley. ~ Bob Marley,

26:Put that in your pipe and smoke it. ~ Ian Fleming,

27:You smoke to enjoy it i smoke to die ~ John Green,

28:etiolated skin.’ Anselm blew smoke. ~ Peter Temple,

29:Hey, ay, ay, ay...smoke weed everyday. ~ Nate Dogg,

30:Hey-hey-hey-hey! Smoke weed every day! ~ Nate Dogg,

31:I drink twenty forties, smoke forty blunts, ~ Dres,

32:I smoke herb, but what's the harm it that? ~ Nelly,

33:Ought they to smoke like that? ~ Louisa May Alcott,

34:Proceed to not smoke weed around the seed. ~ Nelly,

35:Ya'll smoke to enjoy. I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

36:Be drug-free and smoke some crack. ~ Samuel Goldwyn,

37:Blackberry Smoke is the real deal! ~ Dierks Bentley,

38:If you don’t smoke, I don’t know why. ~ Wiz Khalifa,

39:I read like fiends smoke crack ~ Duane Swierczynski,

40:Life is a smoke that curls- ~ William Ernest Henley,

41:put in yo'r pipe, and smoke it, ~ Elizabeth Gaskell,

42:There is no fyre without some smoke. ~ John Heywood,

43:ya'll smoke to enjoy, i smoke to die.. ~ John Green,

44:You smoke to enjoy it, I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

45:You smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

46:You smoke to have fun. I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

47:I don't smoke pot. I never liked it. ~ Kirstie Alley,

48:I smoke to fill the potholes in my soul ~ Bill Hicks,

49:This fairy is gonna smoke your ass. ~ S J D Peterson,

50:Y'all smoke to enjoy it, I smoke to die ~ John Green,

51:Blackberry Smoke is my favorite band! ~ Jamey Johnson,

52:I ain't no joke, I used to let the mic smoke, ~ Rakim,

53:I smoke pot every day, and I love it! ~ Willie Nelson,

54:They mistook the smoke for the fire. ~ Steven Johnson,

55:Y'all smoke to enjoy it, I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

56:Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

57:Y’all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

58:I smoke marijuana every chance I get. ~ Allen Ginsberg,

59:watched smoke rise from a campfire near the ~ K M Shea,

60:Ya'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

61:Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire. ~ Aeschylus,

62:I don't smoke, so they never sent me a copy ~ Lita Ford,

63:I smoke a pipe abroad, because ~ Robert Louis Stevenson,

64:This is it. I can't even not smoke anymore ~ John Green,

65:You all smoke to enjoy it, I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

66:I smoke all the time, one after the other. ~ Greta Garbo,

67:Why drink and drive if I can smoke and fly? ~ Bob Marley,

68:You really are being quite foolish to smoke. ~ Iain Glen,

69:As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke. ~ Coolio,

70:I do like to smoke pot. I think it's good. ~ David Crosby,

71:No. My fault. I didn’t. Have to. Smoke. ~ W Bruce Cameron,

72:Put that in your mustache and smoke it. ~ Agatha Christie,

73:The only thing I smoke is my competition ~ Sophia Amoruso,

74:Blue is the smoke of wrar, white the bones of men. ~ Du Fu,

75:Hope is like a wisp of smoke on the horizon ~ Mia Sheridan,

76:I don't smoke as many joints as I used to. ~ Willie Nelson,

77:Put that in your moustache and smoke it. ~ Agatha Christie,

78:The only thing I smoke is my competition. ~ Sophia Amoruso,

79:When you smoke (ganja) you don't want to war. ~ Bob Marley,

80:Courage is fire, and bullying is smoke. ~ Benjamin Disraeli,

81:drink without smoke is like cock without ~ Charles Bukowski,

82:Smoke your pain but keep the ashes forever. ~ M F Moonzajer,

83:addressed the crowd as fireworks smoke enveloped ~ Anonymous,

84:A man of no conversation should smoke. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,

85:black smoke vomits out in thick, greasy saccades ~ M R Carey,

86:Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke. ~ Lynda Barry,

87:Than smoke and mist who better could appraise ~ Robert Frost,

88:told her. “There’s smoke in the chimney, ~ Rosamunde Pilcher,

89:Where there’s smoke, there’s fraud. ~ Jane Stanton Hitchcock,

90:Aficionado my ass...I just love to smoke cigars ~ James Woods,

91:As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war. ~ William Shakespeare,

92:But can you think of anyone who's not hazy with smoke? ~ Rumi,

93:Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke! ~ Robert Browning,

94:hand pump. It emitted a faint grayish smoke ~ Lisa Scottoline,

95:Imma sip until I feel it, Imma smoke until it's done. ~ Drake,

96:I smoke in moderation. Only one cigar at a time. ~ Mark Twain,

97:I smoke on the mic like Smokin' Joe Frazier, ~ Inspectah Deck,

98:I still probably smoke as much as I ever did! ~ Willie Nelson,

99:A studio is a good place to smoke your pipe. ~ Joaquin Sorolla,

100:I did smoke a joint once but I did not enjoy it. ~ Cilla Black,

101:I don't want to work. I want to smoke. ~ Guillaume Apollinaire,

102:If I cannot smoke in heaven, then I shall not go. ~ Mark Twain,

103:I smoke wherever there's an ashtray. ~ Margrethe II of Denmark,

104:Love, Cough, & a Smoke, can't well be hid. ~ Benjamin Franklin,

105:Marriage follows on love as smoke on flame. ~ Nicolas Chamfort,

106:Can I smoke now without someone taking my picture? ~ Hank Aaron,

107:His exhaled smoke was the exact colour of ennui. ~ Daniel Kraus,

108:The more people smoke herb, the more Babylon fall. ~ Bob Marley,

109:Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.” - Alaska ~ John Green,

110:Don't stop ever loving me, you can always smoke with me. ~ Nelly,

111:I didn’t know they let people smoke crack in jail. ~ Jayne Rylon,

112:I don't drink, I don't take drugs, I don't smoke. ~ Chris Martin,

113:I make it a rule never to smoke while I'm sleeping. ~ Mark Twain,

114:There's no smoke without mud being flung around. ~ Edwina Currie,

115:drink without smoke is like cock without pussy ~ Charles Bukowski,

116:I don't do clubs. I don't drink. I don't smoke. ~ Jennifer Hudson,

117:I don't drink, I don't smoke and I don't party. ~ Stephanie Mills,

118:I sang in art school, just to get money to smoke. ~ Joni Mitchell,

119:repairs, but it’s mostly just smoke. You owe a lot ~ Tawna Fenske,

120:When you smoke the herb, it reveals you to yourself. ~ Bob Marley,

121:Why do you want to put more smoke inside of you? ~ David Levithan,

122:Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die. -Alaska ~ John Green,

123:I also smoke a lot of pot, occasionally, every day. ~ Brian Posehn,

124:I love to smoke. I smoke seven thousand packs a day! ~ Denis Leary,

125:In a world of smoke and ashes, you are milk and honey ~ India Arie,

126:Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. ~ William Shakespeare,

127:On the monitor, the smoke cleared. Gray’s face swelled ~ Anonymous,

128:Put that in your pipe and smoke it, you stupid cow! ~ Raine Miller,

129:The dust of my dreams swim spiced incense smoke. ~ Cameron Conaway,

130:The smoke of glory is not worth the smoke of a pipe. ~ George Sand,

131:watching their smoke lured out the window by the sun. ~ Eve Babitz,

132:When you're born in fire, smoke will never do. ~ Leonard Ravenhill,

133:I only eat so that I can smoke and stay alive. ~ Harry Dean Stanton,

134:My lungs are thick with the smoke of your absence. ~ Raymond Carver,

135:Those who see the fire run. The rest die from smoke. ~ Sarah Noffke,

136:Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die. -Alaska Young ~ John Green,

137:And we edit to let the fire show through the smoke. ~ Arthur Plotnik,

138:Holy smoke I reely pulled a Charlie Gordon that time. ~ Daniel Keyes,

139:I can be fat or I can smoke. I can’t be both.” They ~ David Baldacci,

140:Ill smoke anything anybody gives me, Im not particular. ~ Peter Falk,

141:I'm rockin' PJ's and no shirt. I smoke weed, eat yogurt ~ Mac Miller,

142:When there is nothing else to say, I go for a smoke ~ Gustavo Cerati,

143:YOU DON'T SMELL FIRE," I yelled. YOU SMELL SMOKE. ~ Charles Bukowski,

144:all the bad things I do will go up in smoke and so will I ~ Ikkyu,

145:Blackberry Smoke is a band that will never go hungry. ~ Brian Johnson,

146:I smoke pot because I want to go to heaven before I die ~ Andy Warhol,

147:My soul seemed as foul as smoke from burning cat fur. ~ Kurt Vonnegut,

148:Blood and rot and smoke and whispers filled my head. ~ Zoraida C rdova,

149:But the Dutch speak four languages and smoke marijuana! ~ Eddie Izzard,

150:Hearing the truth is like grabbing smoke in our family, ~ John Grisham,

151:Let the people know my wisdom, fill the land with smoke ~ John Fogerty,

152:Life's too short to drink bad wine or smoke poor cigars. ~ Don Johnson,

153:Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die. -Alaska Young ~ John Green,

154:A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke. ~ Rudyard Kipling,

155:I drink and smoke and I am two hundred percent fit. ~ Winston Churchill,

156:out of sight of hair smoke and lip ash and bowel cinders, ~ Tom Robbins,

157:The wood smoke gave the whole place the scent of autumn, ~ Ellen Datlow,

158:Wherever there is smoke there is a good smoke machine. ~ John F Kennedy,

159:Chicks cannot hold their smoke, dat's what it is. ~ Anthony Michael Hall,

160:I wanna smoke pot, but I can't, cause I'm too paranoid. ~ Drew Barrymore,

161:Remember, if you smoke after sex you're doing it too fast. ~ Woody Allen,

162:Smoke rose into the sky in great, juddering pillars. In ~ Charles C Mann,

163:When there is smoke, how can there be a pure flame? ~ Jiddu Krishnamurti,

164:Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome. ~ Horace,

165:I always smoke ‘ship's’ myself,” I answered. “That's ~ Arthur Conan Doyle,

166:I never trust a fighting man who doesn't smoke or drink. ~ William Halsey,

167:I smoke a little pot, every day, and I'm healthy as can be. ~ Tommy Chong,

168:Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for breakfast." Ace Rimmer ~ Grant Naylor,

169:The soul which cannot endure fire and smoke won't find the Secret. ~ Rumi,

170:When he returned, the hotel was engulfed in black smoke. ~ T W Piperbrook,

171:Drink beer, smoke dope, and eat pussy until your jaw breaks ~ Phil Anselmo,

172:Smoke isn’t the problem he is the motherfucking consequence. ~ T M Frazier,

173:You smoke?” “Smoke? Do I look like a fucking idiot? ~ Richard K Morgan,

174:all the bad things I do will go up in smoke and so will I if ~ Stephen Berg,

175:And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke. ~ Rudyard Kipling,

176:Her nightmare clung to her like the smell of smoke to cloth. ~ Shannon Hale,

177:He swore a cloud of angry smoke swelled behind her. “Where ~ Lauren Blakely,

178:I rarely drink from the bottle, but I'll smoke a little weed. ~ Aaron Lewis,

179:I used to smoke marijuana, but that was when I was in college, ~ Dan Quayle,

180:Love, a cough, and smoke are hard to hide. —Italian proverb I ~ Jane Healey,

181:She blew more smoke toward me, a lazy game of cancer catch. ~ Gillian Flynn,

182:Sometimes a cigar is just a smoke and a story's just a story ~ Stephen King,

183:All I want to do is yoga and hike, and smoke weed. It's funny. ~ Miley Cyrus,

184:He must desire the scent of the smoke of their sacrifice. ~ Philippa Gregory,

185:I Don't Need the nicotene patch, Penny - I smoke cigarettes. ~ Emma Thompson,

186:More people die from smoke inhalation than from malaria. ~ Peter H Diamandis,

187:She was up and down—from fire and brimstone to smoke and ashes. ~ John Green,

188:Smoke follows beauty. Smoke follows beauty. Smoke follows beauty. ~ Amy Reed,

189:The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods. ~ George R R Martin,

190:We don’t smoke for enjoyment. We smoke to proclaim our faith. ~ Tom Perrotta,

191:Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth. ~ John Milton,

192:Holy smoke! We lost our last match and there's a storm coming! ~ Cody Lundin,

193:Now our minds are like smoke, then they shall be like fire. ~ Dante Alighieri,

194:A mysterious fraternity born out of smoke and danger of death. ~ Stephen Crane,

195:Castro inhaled again, blew out enough smoke to announce a pope. ~ Harry Brandt,

196:Even the smoke of our motherland is sweet and pleasant to us.”) ~ Paul Theroux,

197:Food is my thing, I do not smoke or drink, so food is my vice. ~ Kathy Griffin,

198:From the tangle of chimney-pots scarcely a wisp of smoke came, ~ H P Lovecraft,

199:I don't want to be the only survivor on the island with no smoke. ~ Sean Price,

200:In some ways Holy Smoke is about people's journey to the heart. ~ Jane Campion,

201:I would rather smoke one cigar than hear two sermons. ~ Robert Green Ingersoll,

202:A woman is an occasional pleasure but a cigar is always a smoke. ~ Groucho Marx,

203:I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't do drugs. I shop, okay? ~ Danielle Fishel,

204:IF YOU CAN’T EAT IT, DRINK IT, SMOKE IT OR SNORT IT…THEN F*CK IT! ~ Neil Gaiman,

205:I never diet. I smoke. I drink now and then. I never work out. ~ Naomi Campbell,

206:I smoke crack. I get all my dancers together and we do a prayer. ~ Jim Gaffigan,

207:Smoke. Smoke. Smoke. Only a pipe distinguishes man from beast. ~ Honore Daumier,

208:A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man. ~ W Somerset Maugham,

209:batteries in the smoke alarms, and since he “just happened ~ Julie Lawson Timmer,

210:I have made it a rule never to smoke more than one cigar at a time. ~ Mark Twain,

211:Playing Solitaire is a non-smoking employee’s smoke break. ~ Mokokoma Mokhonoana,

212:Ronan did not smoke; he preferred his habits with hangovers. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,

213:To smoke or not to smoke: I can make of either a life-work. ~ Mignon McLaughlin,

214:I smoke a cigarette, and pretend I'm normal. And I wish I was dead. ~ Neil Gaiman,

215:Ladies who play with fire must remember that smoke gets in their eyes. ~ Mae West,

216:No Matter how you try to cover up smoke, it must come out. ~ Patti Callahan Henry,

217:Twenty more hours slipped through my fingers like wisps of smoke. ~ Justin Blaney,

218:Hearing the truth is like grabbing smoke in our family,” Joel said. ~ John Grisham,

219:IF YOU CAN’T EAT IT, DRINK IT, SMOKE IT OR SNORT IT…THEN F*CK IT! He ~ Neil Gaiman,

220:the smoke of Patrick Hamilton hath infected all those on whom it blew. ~ John Foxe,

221:...and a snake of pale smoke uncoils like a cobra swaying to a flute. ~ Dean Koontz,

222:Cut throats, gun smoke, dope, and hoes, is what controls niggas souls. ~ Snoop Dogg,

223:If you can't eat it, drink it, smoke it, or snort it... then f*ck it! ~ Neil Gaiman,

224:I will not watch idly as something else I care about goes up in smoke. ~ Holly Hall,

225:she said, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the cold night air. “You’ll ~ Daniel Silva,

226:smoke rose from my hand as it pressed against the white painted door ~ Rachel Caine,

227:The living dead are born out of the ground, but they rise in smoke. ~ Daryl Gregory,

228:The smoke from the gun was white as milk over the green of the grass. ~ Leo Tolstoy,

229:A smoke in times of rest is a great companion to the solitary soldier. ~ Che Guevara,

230:HARHARBLOODY HAR. Put that in your pipe hole and smoke it, society! ~ Helen Fielding,

231:If I could smoke from more than one orifice, I most certainly would. ~ Graham Parker,

232:Lawyers spend their professional careers shoveling smoke. ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr,

233:She smells like marijuana smoke. It’s not a bad smell. Just a sad one. ~ Rachel Cohn,

234:we should live like we smoke— inhale the present and exhale the past. ~ Cora Carmack,

235:Bangs and smoke were more often the marks of ineptitude than expertise. ~ J K Rowling,

236:I'll stick this so far up your ass, the smoke will come out your ears. ~ Abigail Roux,

237:My man slangs rocks like up the block, 143RD and Amsterdam by the smoke shop ~ Redman,

238:Names are but noise and smoke, Obscuring heavenly light. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,

239:Smother me in your hot sauce woman until smoke comes from your thighs. ~ Thomas Dolby,

240:A thin stream of smoke drifted skyward, speaking of mysteries within. ~ Katherine Howe,

241:If somebody gives me a joint, I might smoke it, but I don't go after it. ~ John Lennon,

242:I like smoking! I mean, God, I quit everything else, can't I smoke? ~ Melanie Griffith,

243:I made a face at her and pulled at the neck of my dress. “Want a smoke? ~ Paula McLain,

244:Oh, man, oh how I wish I didn't smoke or drink to reason with my head. ~ Dave Matthews,

245:All the doctors who wanted to forbid me to smoke and to drink are dead. ~ Jean Sibelius,

246:Do you think we are pyromaniacs?’” I snickered as I gazed at rising smoke… ~ J J McAvoy,

247:I got a generation brainwashed to pop pills and smoke pot til they brains rot. ~ Eminem,

248:I'm not a homosexual and I don't smoke pot, so what would I say? ~ Lillian Gordy Carter,

249:Satan's smoke has made its way into the Temple of God through some crack ~ Pope Paul VI,

250:Standard issue helmets are designed to filter out smoke, not toxins. ~ Alan Dean Foster,

251:(voice)...it was honey, smoke, crystal, fire, wind, water, earth. ~ Anne Rivers Siddons,

252:Actually, depravity can be terribly boring if you don't smoke or drink. ~ Audrey Hepburn,

253:A man so obsessed with holy fire should pay more attention to the smoke. ~ Leigh Bardugo,

254:By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul. ~ Carl Sandburg,

255:I do smoke in real life. A lot. We're all smoking right now in fact. ~ Michael Imperioli,

256:I have only one moral precept; never smoke more than five cigars at a time. ~ Mark Twain,

257:I think pot should be legal. I don’t smoke it, but I like the smell of it. ~ Andy Warhol,

258:Recipe for a long life: Only smoke while awake. Only run when being chased. ~ Mark Twain,

259:She sighs, breathing smoke through her lips. "Might as well dance. ~ Genevieve Valentine,

260:She was exhausted, and had spent some time breathing smoke and poison. ~ Christina Henry,

261:Through some crack the smoke of satan has entered into the Church of God. ~ Pope Paul VI,

262:We don’t want obvious exploitation. We want smoke-and-mirrors exploitation. ~ Jon Ronson,

263:Words are mere sound and smoke, dimming the heavenly light. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,

264:Adults in a free country should be able to smoke a joint if they want to. ~ Roseanne Barr,

265:Anyone can see a forest fire. Skill lies in sniffing the first smoke. ~ Robert A Heinlein,

266:I do not speak. I smoke. Throat tight, as if fingers are squeezing it. ~ Marina Tsvetaeva,

267:If everyone fought fire with fire, the whole world would go up in smoke. ~ Daniel Handler,

268:I love to smoke. I wish I had more than two hands so I can hold more cigars ~ Johnny Depp,

269:I will smoke crack before I die. I want to see what all the hubbub is about. ~ Eric Andre,

270:Money has a smoke-and-mirrors effect, but manners make or break the man. ~ Scarlett Avery,

271:On land, on sea, at home abroad, I smoke my pipe and worship God. ~ Johann Sebastian Bach,

272:Sometimes a cigar is just a smoke and a coincidence is just a coincidence. ~ Stephen King,

273:Too many lives go up in smoke - It's nice to laugh but don't be the joke. ~ Janet Jackson,

274:Why do you smoke so damn fast?” “Y’all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

275:He was as fragile as wood smoke, barely a memory against the landscape. ~ Alexandra Fuller,

276:I always liked the smell of a smoke-filled room. I think it's a good smell. ~ Dennis Franz,

277:I can't even read notes. But I can teach someone how to make a guitar smoke. ~ Ace Frehley,

278:I smoke a cigar or two a day. I did have a brownie once. It made me sleepy. ~ Barney Frank,

279:One day you will disappear on a funeral pyre - just into nothingness, as smoke. ~ Rajneesh,

280:smoke detectors were a relatively new development and still expensive for ~ Michelle Obama,

281:...So you can put that in your pipe and smoke it Mr. Busybody Holmes. ~ Arthur Conan Doyle,

282:there is no fire without smoke but there is often smoke without fire. ~ Christine de Pizan,

283:You can never get the smell of smoke out. Like the smell of failure in life. ~ John Updike,

284:Any child who cannot do long division by himself does not deserve to smoke. ~ Fran Lebowitz,

285:I'm not saying my wife's a bad cook, but she uses a smoke alarm as a timer. ~ Bob Monkhouse,

286:My one light American Spirit that I smoke once a week, on Saturday night. ~ Gwyneth Paltrow,

287:No man may earn his heart's desire, lest first he brave the smoke and fire ~ Nicholas Evans,

288:Omnia Mundi Fumus et Umbra All in the World is Smoke and Shadow –Latin motto ~ Megan Chance,

289:Perceptions were fickle things, as formless as smoke and just as dangerous. ~ Martina Boone,

290:She’d burned so many meals Jake thought the smoke alarm was the dinner bell. ~ Nancy Naigle,

291:The bullets echoed death’s siren muted by gunpowder dissipating into smoke. ~ Peter Tieryas,

292:The fire was nothing now but a funeral of smoke, dead and dying, simultaneously ~ Anonymous,

293:The next time you interfere with me, more than smoke will interfere with you. ~ Jim Butcher,

294:Everyone loves my cooking. Even the smoke alarm cheers me on. -Kitchen sign ~ Lani Lynn Vale,

295:Newspapers . . . serve as chimnies to carry off noxious vapors and smoke. ~ Thomas Jefferson,

296:Right in itself has no authority, but follows might as the smoke the wind. ~ L E Modesitt Jr,

297:The Amazon is still burning; we just don't hear the smoke detectors anymore. ~ Larry Gelbart,

298:Thick coils of smoke hung in the air, perhaps to avoid touching the walls. ~ Terry Pratchett,

299:But there's so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on. ~ John Green,

300:gone, a wisp of smoke, nothing more. Katherine stepped forward, a quick step. ~ Mark Lawrence,

301:I drink to feel / I smoke to breathe / Just look what love / Has done to me ~ Kacey Musgraves,

302:Not with a bang, but with a whimper. In with gunfire and out with smoke. ~ Victoria Schwab,

303:The burning of a little straw may hide the stars, but the stars outlast the smoke. ~ Voltaire,

304:The falling away of things we carry around with us, twilight and chimney smoke. ~ Don DeLillo,

305:There's smoke in my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids ~ Aesop Rock,

306:The Wright brothers flew right through the smoke screen of impossibility. ~ Charles Kettering,

307:They stopped testing me. And if you’re not going to test me, I’m gonna smoke! ~ Michael Lewis,

308:You can smoke marijuana, you can eat it, you can wear it, it's a perfect plant! ~ Tommy Chong,

309:Drink up, England... I WANT your liver to fail. Smoke up England, I WANT you to die. ~ CM Punk,

310:I let Eli blow so much smoke up my skirt I'm surprised I don't have ass cancer. ~ Molly Harper,

311:I saw John Garfield smoke. He was my idol, so I smoked. I even smoked like him. ~ Jack Klugman,

312:She was a thin, sickly, bony child, like an eft, with fine hair like sunlit smoke. ~ A S Byatt,

313:...something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone. ~ Laini Taylor,

314:The 'smoke-filled room' as political reality is now as dead as Prohibition. ~ Theodore H White,

315:The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke. ~ Arundhati Roy,

316:I've grown tired of smoke and mirrors. I yearn for the clean, well-lighted place. ~ Amy Poehler,

317:Tenecki smelled smoke, cursed, and thought: -Never enough time for eternity!! ~ Milorad Pavi,

318:The fire was nothing now but a funeral of smoke, dead and dying, simultaneously. ~ Markus Zusak,

319:The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. ~ Ian Fleming,

320:A smile like a small wisp of smoke drifting quietly skyward on a windless day. ~ Haruki Murakami,

321:Don't drink at all, don't smoke, you must exercise and eat vegetables and fruit. ~ Robert Mugabe,

322:Even if one doesn't smoke pot, one has to see the benefits of decriminalizing it. ~ Danny DeVito,

323:Guilt clung to me like stale cigarette smoke on clothes after a night at the bar. ~ Ryan Michele,

324:Since I don't smoke or drink or swear unconvincingly, symmetry is my only vice. ~ Richard Powers,

325:I smoke so much weed that you wouldn't believe and I get more ass then a toilet seat. ~ Nate Dogg,

326:It should be up to each bar owner and patron to decide if they want to smoke or not. ~ Drew Carey,

327:Much smoke has been seen, and caused great fear of fire — even when no fire ensued. ~ Idries Shah,

328:People do always try to smoke pot with me. But I think some of those people are cops. ~ Joe Rogan,

329:Pudge: Why do smoke so damn fast? Alska: Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

330:The clouds are blistering brown-black smoke dragons, pregnant with thunderbolts. ~ Cameron Pierce,

331:Her red hair seemed to turn into flames of fire, and smoke billowed through each ear. ~ Elle Klass,

332:I don't smoke, drink alcohol well, or play games. But I watch dramas. It is hard to quit. ~ Yoseob,

333:I smoke cigarettes when I write, which is disgusting, but it really helps me. ~ Christopher Bollen,

334:I would lock myself in my room and drink a case of Corona and smoke a load of pot. ~ Ozzy Osbourne,

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

336:His voice was as easy as a summer breeze, but it carried a hint of wildfire smoke. ~ Kiersten White,

337:I don't smoke, I don't drink much, I don't eat red meat. I stay out of the sun. ~ Bernadette Peters,

338:If Arnhill was a living organism, then the mine was its beating, smoke-bellowing heart. ~ C J Tudor,

339:If I could turn into a wisp of smoke, I could slip into them and disappear. ~ Laurie Halse Anderson,

340:If within wood hide flame and smoke and ash then wood consists of things unlike itself. ~ Lucretius,

341:I smoke occasionally, but it's not a part of my routine. I mean, I don't need it. ~ Hannibal Buress,

342:Jesse just smiles. He blows a smoke ring. "Sis," he says, "welcome to the Dark Side. ~ Jodi Picoult,

343:Knowledge of the sciences is so much smoke apart from the heavenly science of Christ. ~ John Calvin,

344:Smoke had left the eye sockets of houses with black eyebrows of astonishment. Cats ~ Michael Chabon,

345:Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time. ~ Bob Dylan,

346:What kind of sick freak makes people climb onto his roof to smoke?” Wilson asked. ~ Valerie Z Lewis,

347:Back in the old days we used to smoke J's and got so blazed we called it the stone age ~ Illmaculate,

348:Even though I smoke, just because I'm a dumbass doesn't mean anyone else has to be. ~ Gerald McRaney,

349:Forget the chicken-nugget smoke screen. Percy wanted Leo to invent an anti-dream hat. ~ Rick Riordan,

350:gunman who didn’t smoke or drink – was at bay, trapped in his sweetheart’s apartment ~ Dale Carnegie,

351:I can't remember what the last film I saw was, as I can't smoke or drink in cinemas. ~ Siobhan Fahey,

352:If someone around you is multitasking, you pick up distraction like second-hand smoke. ~ Clay Shirky,

353:Oh, yeah?" Leo growled. "Well, maybe you got the smoke, buddy, but I've got the fire. ~ Rick Riordan,

354:smoke can kill you. I hope they’re right.” The big guy waved a hand in front of his ~ Christie Craig,

355:They were the kinds of stories told in smoke-filled rooms over expensive Cuban cigars. ~ Ally Carter,

356:A cloud of curls and a cluster of stars, swallowed up by smoke as Ilsa transformed. ~ Victoria Schwab,

357:Every time you try to quit smoking you are actually getting closer to staying smoke free ~ Henry Ford,

358:Her mouth tasted of smoke and toothpaste and something feety that made my blood flare ~ John Banville,

359:The past is as ephemeral as the future—it’s all perspective and smoke and mirrors. ~ Sarah Pinborough,

360:Theres so many fish in the sea That only rise up in the sweat and smoke like mercury ~ Elvis Costello,

361:You see, time is an ocean, not a garden hose. Space is a puff of smoke, a wisp of cloud. ~ David Wong,

362:Every time the ball drop on New Year's Eve, We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese. ~ Prodigy,

363:Get rid of your doubts. Yesterday is dead. Past mistakes are like smoke in the breeze. ~ David Gemmell,

364:Guys with beards tended to smoke weed, be creative, listen to cool music. ~ Jennifer Keishin Armstrong,

365:I'll smoke, I'll cough, I'll get the tumors, I'll die, deal? Thank you America. [salutes] ~ Bill Hicks,

366:smoke a cigar. Sophie had heard him come in and found him there. She was surprised he ~ Danielle Steel,

367:Even on the highest levels it was smoke and mirrors; everyone was furnishing a stage set. ~ Donna Tartt,

368:I don't smoke and I don't want to smoke. I am not a fan of gratuitous smoking in films. ~ Edward Norton,

369:I got a smoke alarm at home, but really it's more like a 9-volt-battery-slowly-drainer. ~ Mitch Hedberg,

370:I smoke blunt to take the pain out and if I wasn't high I'd probably blow my brains out. ~ Tupac Shakur,

371:I smoke so much. Three packs a day... I went to the bathroom, a camel came out of my ass. ~ Dave Attell,

372:Only fine cigars are worth smoking and only men who smoke fine cigars are worth kissing. ~ Joan Collins,

373:So I guess it's okay with you if I smoke up too?" says Steven. "If you get breast cancer ~ Jenny Han,

374:The dream of death is only the dark smoke Under which the fires of life are burning. ~ Hermann Hesse,

375:Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in the bosom of a man like smoke. ~ Homer,

376:Bana demli bir çay, uzun efkâr, geniş keder Sana smoke sana malt viskiler sana rezerv ~ Birhan Keskin,

377:I don't smoke, I try to eat right, and I love doing yoga and going for hikes with my dog. ~ Sarah Chalke,

378:I smoke pot when I work. I take a couple of tokes before I start. It just loosens you up. ~ Brice Marden,

379:Life, love, neighbors, belonging. Town and home, peace and good name. All smoke and ashes. ~ Julie Berry,

380:Do you smoke, Herr Cabal?" "Only to be antisocial," replied Cabal, making no move. ~ Jonathan L Howard,

381:He had never smoked but then had he ever loved? Life made him love and love made him smoke. ~ Faraaz Kazi,

382:In as much time as it takes to smoke a cigarette, a person's life was changed forever. ~ Karen McQuestion,

383:Like odorless, colorless smoke leaking into the room through a small crack in the door. ~ Haruki Murakami,

384:Particular nuisances (are) smoke, sewage odours, dust and similar aerosols, and vibrations. ~ Yehuda Levi,

385:Somepeople drink to foregt, I smoke to remember" Anna Madrigal in Tales of the City... ~ Armistead Maupin,

386:The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke. ~ Yasunari Kawabata,

387:at the end of the smoke from the smudge, humming mosquitoes ~ Yamei, at the end of the smoke ,

388:[...] I sniff a fire burning without outlet, consuming acrid its own smoke. It’s me. ~ John Berryman,

389:Flattery's fire is hidden. Its sweet taste is apparent, but the smoke is bound to come out at last. ~ Rumi,

390:I actually don't smoke weed, but I've played a lot of stoners - especially with Seth Rogen. ~ James Franco,

391:I'll go to church with anyone who's willing to smoke pot and look through a telescope with me. ~ Joe Rogan,

392:I'm not into smoke-filled rooms. I don't have the time for byzantine political intrigues. ~ Benazir Bhutto,

393:Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle. ~ Truman Capote,

394:souls' festival today also there is smoke from the crematory ~ Matsuo Basho, souls festival ,

395:What is your advice to young writers?” “Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes. ~ Charles Bukowski,

396:Why should we be letting people smoke their cigars in their comfortable chairs in Raqqa? ~ Benjamin Carson,

397:I wear sunscreen, and I don't smoke. I take care of myself. And I'm very proud to say that. ~ Nicole Kidman,

398:Look, sometimes the truth could hurt you so I blow my cig smoke right at the truth commercial. ~ Joe Budden,

399:Only the Lisbon house remained dark, a tunnel, an emptiness, past our smoke and flames. ~ Jeffrey Eugenides,

400:When someone says to me, Ugh, you smoke. I reply, Ugh, you're ugly. I can quit smoking. ~ Winston Churchill,

401:When you fly from temptation, don't leave a forwarding address. Where there's smoke there's fire. ~ Plautus,

402:Beijing residents joke that to get a free smoke all they have to do is open their windows! ~ Lee Hsien Loong,

403:Every time you smoke a cigarette, God takes an hour off your life and gives it to Keith Richards ~ Anonymous,

404:I wondered if someone who had fire in their soul would have smoke coming out of their mouth. ~ Tarryn Fisher,

405:When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing. ~ Virginia Woolf,

406:All those large dreams by which men long live well Are magic-lanterned on the smoke of hell. ~ William Empson,

407:Always somewhere there is fire or smoke, insistent reminders of the greed consuming the world ~ Sy Montgomery,

408:Chapter 13 Everyone loves my cooking. Even the smoke alarm cheers me on. -Kitchen sign Blake ~ Lani Lynn Vale,

409:I love being chubby because chicks that smoke pot love me. They think I have food at my house. ~ Reno Collier,

410:I'm surprised when people who don't usually smoke weed are into edibles. I can't believe that. ~ Ilana Glazer,

411:Running from the presence of God has the futility of "trying to shovel smoke with a rake". ~ Paul David Tripp,

412:That world he wanted them to know had vanished as smoke deserts the dying embers that made it. ~ Annie Proulx,

413:The bad spirits followed us like smoke, creeping into our house and into my dreams at night. ~ Brandon Hobson,

414:Who do they become when night descends, a cool puff of smoke, and vampires come out to party? ~ Ellen Hopkins,

415:For mortal kind taketh thought only for the day, and hath no more surety than the shadow of smoke. ~ Aeschylus,

416:Her dark hair was scattered and its beauty stung his eyes like smoke and ate into his heart. ~ Boris Pasternak,

417:I do not eat meat, I do not smoke, and I do not drink, and therefore, I do not feel the cold. ~ Percy Grainger,

418:I don't want to smoke cigars or go to stag parties, wear jockey shorts or pick up the check. ~ Shelley Winters,

419:I sit on my duff, smoke cigarettes and watch TV. I'm not exactly a poster girl for healthy living. ~ Lexa Doig,

420:It was fun watching the cigarette smoke develop into words until he saw what they said. ~ Kealan Patrick Burke,

421:Your mother doesn’t make mistakes.” I hear her blow out the smoke. “Baby, I know what I’m doing. ~ Holly Black,

422:A wolf, a boar, and a silver blade. Fire, smoke, and death. Trust the wolf, slay the boar, and live. ~ J D Robb,

423:Cats probably wouldn't need 9 lives if they wore tiny little helmets and didn't smoke cigarettes. ~ Rob Delaney,

424:I suppose even Raymond would think it inappropriate to smoke a cigarette outside a crematorium. ~ Gail Honeyman,

425:Kristen is looking at me like I'm a plume of smoke in the kitchen, right before you yell fire! ~ Daniel Handler,

426:She left a lingering smudge of smoke on the sky, and two vanishing trails of foam on the water. ~ Joseph Conrad,

427:Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' talk is clouds, table talk is smoke. ~ Victor Hugo,

428:The constable lit the bong and lost himself in the scuba bubbles of sweet comforting smoke. ~ Christopher Moore,

429:And to kill time while awaiting death, I smoke slender cigarettes thumbing my nose to the gods. ~ Jules Laforgue,

430:Beauty before me, Beauty behind me, Beauty above me, Beauty below me, I walk in beauty. Smoke ~ Linda Lay Shuler,

431:Do you mind if we leave here so I can chain smoke 'til I throw up so it will be easier to quit? ~ Robyn Peterman,

432:Do you smoke the weed?” Megan couldn’t stop her chuckle. “No Gram, I don’t smoke the weed. ~ Denise Grover Swank,

433:Surely where there's smoke there's fire? No, where there's so much smoke there's smoke. ~ John Archibald Wheeler,

434:The seed of mortals broods o'er passing things, and hath nought surer than the smoke-cloud's shadow. ~ Aeschylus,

435:You can drink yourself to death, you can smoke yourself to death, you can eat yourself to death. ~ Jesse Ventura,

436:Don't smoke. Don't kill yourselves. Don't maim yourselves. Tell your friends. Please don't smoke. ~ Joe Eszterhas,

437:It would have been a good occasion to smoke a pipe had I owned one and had I been forty years older. ~ David Wong,

438:Love is a smoke made with fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; ~ William Shakespeare,

439:Mechanical wrecks, sobbing out plumes of black smoke, marred the sugar-white perfection of the pass. ~ Dan Abnett,

440:The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace, The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine. ~ Philip Sidney,

441:The words are so full of smoke and mirrors that it’s impossible to find a real person behind them. ~ Gayle Forman,

442:We make our own whiskey and our own smoke, too. Ain't too many things these ole boys can't do. ~ Hank Williams Jr,

443:Break windows, smoke cigars, and stay up late. Tell 'em to do that, they'll find a little pot of gold. ~ Tom Waits,

444:Breathing him in wasn't enough, I wanted to inhale him. The leather, the smoke, the sweetness. ~ Alexandra Bracken,

445:By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men's souls. ~ John Galsworthy,

446:Do not smoke without asking permission or sit so near (as in a train) that the smoke might annoy. ~ Amy Vanderbilt,

447:I slept very comfortably with half a dozen smoke-dried human skulls suspended over my head ~ Alfred Russel Wallace,

448:No one is going to tell a movie star to smoke or not smoke because they can do whatever they want. ~ Joe Eszterhas,

449:Our eyes met for a fraction of a second. If you’re real, I thought, help. She dissolved into smoke. ~ Rick Riordan,

450:The phone conversation where I haven't had a smoke, it's like trying to talk without using adverbs. ~ Eddie Vedder,

451:with smoke and silence to keep the new soul from the doors and the windows and the cracks in the floor ~ Anonymous,

452:her neck so I could smell roses instead of the smoke from the fires.” She opened her eyes and looked ~ Daniel Silva,

453:I don't advise kids to do what I do. I'm just doing me. I just smoke a little weed and do a little drink. ~ Juicy J,

454:A boy can see the smoke rising from Sioux villages under the shadow of the Albert memorial. ~ Baden Powell de Aquino,

455:Anyone whose lifestyle may frighten you or whose point of view makes smoke come out of your ears. ~ Elizabeth Lesser,

456:I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs... my addiction is wrestling - my obsession is competition. ~ CM Punk,

457:I have seen many a man turn his gold into smoke, but you are the first who has turned smoke into gold. ~ Elizabeth I,

458:Life is too short, and cigars are too expensive, to smoke them for any reason other than enjoyment. ~ Jonah Goldberg,

459:Sometimes you can’t smoke. Sometimes you can’t do the things you want. That’s life and what war means. ~ R R Haywood,

460:To all those who won't listen to my music because I don't smoke ganga, I say the hell with those people ~ Eddy Grant,

461:The right of smokers to smoke ends where their behavior affects the health and well-being of others. ~ C Everett Koop,

462:Where there's smoke around a conservative, there are journalists furiously rubbing two sticks together. ~ Ann Coulter,

463:Whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction. ~ William S Burroughs,

464:A night of smoke and flames, the palace destroyed from the inside out by a girl with fire in her veins. ~ Natasha Ngan,

465:I smoke weed, of course. That's like meditation for me. Watching movies is a really good escape as well. ~ Wiz Khalifa,

466:It takes very little fire to make a great deal of smoke nowadays, and notoriety is not real glory. ~ Louisa May Alcott,

467:I was still too weak to understand his chess ideas at that time but I remember being covered in smoke. ~ Alexei Shirov,

468:...then he stretched himself alongside her to smoke a cigarette with all the ceremony of an opium dreamer. ~ Ana s Nin,

469:Harry had long since learned that bangs and smoke were more often the marks of ineptitude than expertise. ~ J K Rowling,

470:I use vaporizers a lot. It cuts down on the heat and the smoke. And for a singer that's not a bad idea. ~ Willie Nelson,

471:The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them. ~ Robert Frost,

472:The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day. ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning,

473:You cannot affirm the power plant and condemn the smokestack, or affirm the smoke and condemn the cough ~ Wendell Berry,

474:It is as acceptable now to love the wives of others as it is to smoke their cigars and read their books. ~ Anton Chekhov,

475:Jake could see that the Mercedes had a cloud of steam or smoke pouring out from the engine as it sped away. ~ Mark Nolan,

476:Lastly (and this is, perhaps, the golden rule), no woman should marry a man who does not smoke. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson,

477:Mommy smoked but she didn't want us to. She saw smoke coming out of the barn one time, so we got whipped. ~ Loretta Lynn,

478:There were no public health laws in Ankh-Morpork. It would be like installing smoke detectors in Hell. ~ Terry Pratchett,

479:I'm never drunk on the road, and since I've got to take care of my voice, smoke is definitely not allowed. ~ Chaz Bundick,

480:I see only night and smoke, dreams and glass, embers and wings. And I would not have you any other way. ~ Roshani Chokshi,

481:Music and herb go together. It's been a long time now I smoke herb. From 1960's, when I first start singing. ~ Bob Marley,

482:One lung, smaller, congested with rose smoke. The other, filled with a swarm of massive sentimentia. ~ Lucie Brock Broido,

483:Power comes and goes. It can vanish in the twinkling of an eye, like smoke dissolving in the air. ~ Archie Fire Lame Deer,

484:The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least. ~ Pat Conroy,

485:The woman knew every language and every word in every language. She spoke with fire and alcohol and smoke. ~ Ray Bradbury,

486:A faith pure and simple distinguishes itself from superstition as a flame from the smoke and music from noise. ~ Jos Rizal,

487:A truly confident person does not require arrogance, which is nothing more than a smoke screen for insecurity. ~ Amy Cuddy,

488:Bandar had effortlessly converted Ratiram’s grit into the smoke rings that he blew triumphantly in the air. ~ Pawan Mishra,

489:He could smell Grey London (smoke) and White London (blood), but to him, Red London simply smelled like home. ~ V E Schwab,

490:I don’t see any humor in this,” she snapped. Rurisk and I looked at one another and grinned foolishly. Smoke. ~ Robin Hobb,

491:I'm not saying drinking is all that great but you know it's got benefits; you can't smoke somebody pretty. ~ Doug Stanhope,

492:I think Rihanna always looks so fresh and I'm like, "How do you do that? We all know how much pot you smoke!" ~ Katy Perry,

493:Proverbs 10:26 26 Lazy people irritate their employers,        like vinegar to the teeth or smoke in the eyes. ~ Anonymous,

494:She's like smoke:you think you're seeing her clearly enough,but when you reach for her there's nothing there ~ Ry Murakami,

495:That’s why I’m worried: Everything will go up in smoke if the procedure has not worked correctly. “I heard ~ Lauren Oliver,

496:Two passing temporarinesses developed feelings for one another. Two puffs of smoke became mutually fond. ~ George Saunders,

497:but Harry had long since learned that bangs and smoke were more often the marks of ineptitude than expertise. ~ J K Rowling,

498:Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! ~ William Shakespeare,

499:I do not believe that the federal government should treat adults who choose to smoke marijuana as criminals. ~ Barney Frank,

500:I just want to get drunk and smoke pot and do some blow with my friends and have it not be like this HUGE deal. ~ Anonymous,

501:I lit a cigarette. 'Go ahead, take a smoke,' my father said. 'It won't kill you. Only sadness will. ~ Hannah Lillith Assadi,

502:That whiff of smoke was enough to transform my sithere-trembling terror into get-the-hell-out-of-here terror. ~ Mike Mullin,

503:To my eyes the majesty of lords and princes is only a little smoke that floats in a ray of sunlight. ~ Sutra in 42 articles,

504:When you read, you think, and when you smoke, you think. It's a pleasurable thing, and not a duty. ~ Philip Seymour Hoffman,

505:a dozen funeral pyres were ablaze at the same time. Black smoke the color of despair rose from those pyres. ~ Thrity Umrigar,

506:Billy Ray Cyrus does not smoke. Michael Bolton doesn't...Paula Abdul doesn't...there does seem to be a pattern. ~ Bill Hicks,

507:Frances, I think.” “Good. She loves me.” Frances answered two rings later with a voice of smoke-laced apathy. ~ Blake Crouch,

508:Instead of taking five or six of the prescriptions, I decided to go a natural route and smoke marijuana. ~ Melissa Etheridge,

509:I used to drink beer and smoke pot before I played. Now I drink tequila and smoke pot. So it's a little different ~ Tre Cool,

510:Low-ceilinged and smoke-foxed, it had a curious smell: part beer, part cold fireplace ash, part pipe tobacco. ~ William Boyd,

511:So (legalizing marijuana) means a lot more to me than just being able to smoke a joint without being arrested. ~ Tommy Chong,

512:Then, smelling of smoke and ketchup, I’d return to my hangdog wife and continue the long business of loving her. ~ Anonymous,

513:The strongest possible piece of advice I would give any young woman is: Don't screw around, and don't smoke. ~ Edwina Currie,

514:We surrounded ourselves with smoke and loud noise. That's the way we chose to live. I'm prepared to defend it. ~ Don DeLillo,

515:‎"A noise, and the past was chased away, dispersed into the shadows like smoke by the brighter, louder present. ~ Kate Morton,

516:It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself. ~ Charles Bukowski,

517:Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets. ~ Carl Sandburg,

518:Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension, declining the war's insistence everyone move on. ~ Jayne Anne Phillips,

519:Strike said "Huh" again, thinking about betrayal, about how everything and everybody were just so much smoke. ~ Richard Price,

520:Too bad we don't have marshmallows. This is an amazing fire." Howard emerged through the smoke behind Edilio. ~ Michael Grant,

521:You don't drink and smoke that much, and womanize that much, unless you really want to be punished, I think. ~ Matthew Weiner,

522:And what would they find on sale? His sanity? Could be. Half-Price. Smoke and Water Damage. Everything Must Go. ~ Stephen King,

523:But the old Lena is dead too. I buried her. I left her beyond a fence, behind a wall of smoke and flame. ~ Lauren Oliver,

524:Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke. I collect stuffed penguins. If you won't tell, I won't. ~ Laurell K Hamilton,

525:Having glimpsed a small part of life, men rise up and disappear as smoke, knowing only what each one has learned. ~ Empedocles,

526:He’s completely blown through his younger years like his childhood was one big cigarette to smoke carelessly. ~ Rebecca McNutt,

527:His name tasted of fire and wings, of curling smoke, of subtlety and strength and the rasping whisper of scales. ~ Naomi Novik,

528:Fuck—this is Elena? I have the sudden urge for a cigarette… and I don’t even smoke anymore. ~ Natalie E Wrye,

529:imagine the chimneys billowing smoke. Concentrate on those chimneys, can you see them? STUDENT: I can see them. ~ Ian McDonald,

530:No matter what the other side does to you, you grin and walk through the cannon smoke. It drives them crazy. ~ James Lee Burke,

531:She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Y'all smoke to enjoy it, I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

532:She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

533:She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, “Y’all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

534:The place smelled of smoke and sweat, of spilled drinks and sprayed vomit, of desperation and wasted chances ~ Joe Abercrombie,

535:You may tend to get cancer from the thing that makes you want to smoke so much, not from the smoking itself. ~ William Saroyan,

536:Darkness all around, smoke in between my fingers, all you have given me dear, sorrow and sadness to sing here. ~ Santosh Kalwar,

537:I pulled out my packet of fags and lit one, the sinewy smoke meandering into the drapes, making itself at home. ~ Jennifer Ryan,

538:Marijuana you can give up, I've given it up for fifteen years now and it never occurs to me to smoke it anymore. ~ Larry Hagman,

539:Smoke like a chimney, work like a horse, eat without thinking, go for a walk only in really pleasant company. ~ Albert Einstein,

540:Sweat, scalded meat, puke, blood, smoke and a dozen kinds of bad ale and wine: the bouquet of civilized nightlife ~ Scott Lynch,

541:The mechanimal sat back on his haunches and sent a puff of smoke at her, tail wagging back and forth hopefully. ~ Gail Carriger,

542:The smoke was like a filtering screen, he had said. It helped him to see right through people's invisible masks. ~ Cameron Jace,

543:I have made it a rule never to smoke more than one cigar at a time. I have no other restriction as regards smoking. ~ Mark Twain,

544:In general desirability, a child-free environment is considered somewhere between smoke-free and germ-free. Miss ~ Judith Martin,

545:Most unexpected was the sadness that followed on the heels of pleasure, like smoke from an extinguished candle. ~ Rachel Kushner,

546:She told him that he had the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard, that it sounded like whiskey and wood smoke. ~ Dennis Lehane,

547:There are probably some things I could do to keep my flexibility up, but I'd rather smoke, drink diet Cokes and eat. ~ John Daly,

548:There were days when Keanu was looking a little green from the amount of cigarettes we were having him smoke. ~ Francis Lawrence,

549:These are visualized in the form of streams of dark clouds, smoke, or even brackish water, which enter our body. ~ Thupten Jinpa,

550:Thick smoke like a herd of black horses was rising over the massive building and being blown around by the wind. ~ Ismail Kadare,

551:But when I don't smoke I scarcely feel as if I'm living. I don't feel as if I'm living unless I'm killing myself. ~ Russell Hoban,

552:I smoke. If this bothers anyone, I suggest you look around at the world in which we live and shut your f-kin' mouth. ~ Bill Hicks,

553:It was as if someone admitted they went through all the bother and mess of sex only in order to smoke a cigarette. ~ Jeff Lindsay,

554:My advice to girls: first, don't smoke - to excess; second, don't drink - to excess; third, don't marry - to excess. ~ Mark Twain,

555:Smoke rose straight up from the chimney, as if the house raised its hand. As if the house knew the answer. ~ Ser Prince Halverson,

556:We’re nothing. Were smoke - insubstantial and meaningless … We aren’t even a tragedy. We’re less than nothing. ~ Erin Watt,

557:Behind a smoke screen of high-profile female appointees and soothing slogans, George W. Bush is waging war on women. ~ Molly Ivins,

558:...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful... ~ John Geddes,

559:I smoke. If this bothers anyone, I suggest you look around at the world in which we live and shut your fuckin' mouth. ~ Bill Hicks,

560:Just as fire is obscured by smoke, the shining light of consciousness is obscured by the assemblage of form. ~ Sri Ramana Maharshi,

561:Of course it hurt you neanderthal! See that? Thats blood. If theres blood, theres pain. Its like smoke and fire. ~ Jennifer Crusie,

562:Omitte mirari beatæ Fumum et opes strepitumque Romæ. ("Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome.") ~ Horace,

563:We sat down on a bench within good view, and began to smoke cigars so as to attract as little attention as possible. ~ Bram Stoker,

564:You know you're a stoner when your friends make you a Bob Marley cake. You know you smoke way too much f--king weed! ~ Miley Cyrus,

565:You might sooner get lightning out of incense smoke than true action or passion out of your modern English religion. ~ John Ruskin,

566:A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke ~ Vincent van Gogh,

567:Don’t smoke, Aunt Julie,” I said. “Mother will smell it when she comes back in.” “I don’t happen to give a damn. ~ Beatriz Williams,

568:I can sleep like a champion. I once slept through a smoke alarm going off. For three hours. In my bedroom. ~ Maureen Johnson,

569:I did smoke a joint and I did inhale. The bottom line is that's what it was in the '70s, that's what I did. ~ Arnold Schwarzenegger,

570:In reality, it's much easier not to smoke or eat chocolate than to do so. It's your mind that convinces you otherwise. ~ Wayne Dyer,

571:oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much ~ Frank O Hara,

572:Well, where is she ? Where the colossal / Mountains of smoke stand. / That thing there amongst the fires / Is her. ~ Bertolt Brecht,

573:Where there's smoke there's fire. Where there's fire there's passion. Where there's passion there's a girl smoking. ~ Chloe Thurlow,

574:God, on the other side of my table, composes His book whose smoke envelops me: for the flame of my candle is His pen. ~ Edmond Jabes,

575:Here and there, plumes of dark smoke reach into the sky like the fingers of a drowning man reaching up for the last time. ~ Susan Ee,

576:his thoughts had drifted, as they always did when he was upset, like a curlicue of smoke, away from the issue at hand. ~ Kate Morton,

577:I'd rather hang out with the losers that would sit and smoke a cigarette than the ones who wanted to throw a baseball. ~ Kurt Cobain,

578:I guess," says Deagle, finally, "I'll just have a pack of Marlboro Lights. That's what I used to smoke when I was human. ~ Dan Chaon,

579:She always said, in a too-young-for-a-raspy-voice-but-I-have-one-anyway-because-I-chain-smoke-voice, “Hey handsome. ~ Erik Christian,

580:So smoking is the perfect way to commit suicide without actually dying. I smoke because it's bad, it's really simple. ~ Damien Hirst,

581:The coaches stunk of coal smoke and rationed tobacco and rationed booze and the farts of people eating wartime food. ~ Kurt Vonnegut,

582:This mortal life decays apace How soon the bubble’s broke Adam and all his numerous race Are Vanity and Smoke. ~ Nathaniel Philbrick,

583:In a flat choice between smoke and jobs, we're for jobs... But just keep me out of trouble on environmental issues. ~ Richard M Nixon,

584:I wanted to dissolve into smoke, to crawl into him and never leave. It was crazy, but that was how much I craved this man. ~ L J Shen,

585:Some people will burn your world into ashes and yet the smoke from the singe would still be in love with them, ~ Novoneel Chakraborty,

586:When the chaos settles and the smoke clears, take inventory of who's still by your side. Walk into the light together. ~ Gabby Rivera,

587:It's hard to smoke a pipe, and it's actually kind of brutal. It burns your mouth and your throat, and to keep it lit. ~ Charlie Hunnam,

588:I understand that if you're a kid in Indonesia, you need to smoke because you just got off work at the Nike factory. ~ Chelsea Handler,

589:most of the workplace exposures have health effects comparable to or even greater than exposure to secondhand smoke. ~ Jeffrey Pfeffer,

590:...smoke twisting amongst the lights and turning the air a desolate blue, the colour of dead hopes and lost chances. ~ Terry Pratchett,

591:Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' Talk is clouds, Table Talk is smoke." Les Miserables ~ Victor Hugo,

592:After a little time they all began to smoke, the Pearl included, though she threw away much more of her cigar than she consumed ~ Ouida,

593:Fire is a fragile lover, court her well, neglect her not; her faith is like a misty smoke, her anger is destructive hot. ~ Cate Tiernan,

594:I DON'T smoke anymore, except on National No Smoking Day as a protest against those who want to control our lives. ~ Richard Littlejohn,

595:May and October, the best-smelling months? I'll make a case for December: evergreen, frost, wood smoke, cinnamon. ~ Lisa Kleypas,

596:No time for drug addiction, no time for smoke or booze. Too strong for a shortened life span, I've got no time to lose. ~ Henry Rollins,

597:The normal I’ve always wanted to be will now never be reached. It was always in my grasp…but it’s just smoke in my hand. ~ Karina Halle,

598:A traditional house smelled of wood smoke, the earth, and of thatch; all good smells, the smell of life itself. ~ Alexander McCall Smith,

599:He had the raw, rough voice of one who had marinated his larynx in whiskey and slow-cooked it in years of cigarette smoke. ~ Dean Koontz,

600:I don't smoke, drink. I exercise, drink lots of water, eat well, don't sun. Me cuido.There's a lot of things that I want to do. ~ Thalia,

601:I drink a great deal. I sleep a little, and I smoke cigar after cigar. That is why I am in two-hundred-percent form. ~ Winston Churchill,

602:I wonder if life is going outside to have a smoke right now, because it just got done fucking me. Fucking me hard. Logically, ~ Sara Ney,

603:Like secondhand smoke, the leakage of emotions can make a bystander an innocent casualty of someone else's toxic state. ~ Daniel Goleman,

604:She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die." - Alaska ~ John Green,

605:The room stank of semen and smoke and sweat and whiskey, of old carpet and sour hay, saddle leather, shit and cheap soap. ~ Annie Proulx,

606:When you smoke marijuana, you are in the moment and you are happy. You forget about any worries of the past or the future. ~ Tommy Chong,

607:A black man, but I feel so blue. So I smoke green and purple to my dreams come true. And my eyes turn red, the sky turns grey. ~ Ludacris,

608:I can tell you that second hand smoke is not a health hazard to anyone and never was, and the EPA has always known it. ~ Michael Crichton,

609:I like to smoke a pipe, because it's the punch line indicator. Whenever I take a hit of the pipe, you should be laughing. ~ Mitch Hedberg,

610:I'm an alcoholic, recovering. And I used to smoke cigarettes, and I was a philanderer and I, wouldn't call myself good. ~ Malachy McCourt,

611:Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky. ~ Elie Wiesel,

612:Through the dripping weeks that follow One another slow, and soak Summer's extinguished fire and autumn's drifting smoke. ~ Alfred Austin,

613:To keep herself busy, she tidied the store and sprayed a little cinnamon air freshener to dispel the last of the smoke smell. ~ Anonymous,

614:All work has inadequacies; even fire is enveloped by smoke.—Bhagavad Gita: Chapter 18, verses 47 and 48 (paraphrased). ~ Devdutt Pattanaik,

615:I don't choose stay in the state of sadness, any more than I would choose to stay in a room with the smoke alarm going off. ~ Gloria Jones,

616:It's safe to assume that by 2085 guns will be sold in vending machines but you won't be able to smoke anywhere in America. ~ David Sedaris,

617:Monsters don't die. They just dissipate into smoke and dust, which saves heroes a lot of trouble cleaning up after a fight. ~ Rick Riordan,

618:The most futile and disastrous day seems well spent when it is reviewed through the blue, fragrant smoke of a Havana Cigar. ~ Evelyn Waugh,

619:The sensation I had experienced vanished like smoke from a snuffed candlem, leaving behind wisps of nameless longing. ~ Julianne Donaldson,

620:This fitness thing is blown out of proportion. What am I going to do on a treadmill - smoke a cigarette and drink a diet Coke? ~ John Daly,

621:Three more fireworks shot up over the freeway, contorting into purple stars as they burst against the dissipating smoke. ~ Robyn Schneider,

622:You rely on a sentence to say more than the denotation and the connotation; you revel in the smoke that the words send up. ~ Toni Morrison,

623:And who could ever remember any of the things he says? They are just inspired remarks that roll out of his mouth like smoke. ~ Eudora Welty,

624:FORGET THE CHICKEN-NUGGET SMOKE SCREEN. Percy wanted Leo to invent an anti-dream hat. That night he had horrible nightmares. ~ Rick Riordan,

625:I have gone at dusk through narrow streets and watched the smoke that rises from the pipes of lonely men leaning out of windows ~ T S Eliot,

626:Laughter changes to screams, blood stains pastel stones, real smoke darkens the special effect stuff made for television. ~ Suzanne Collins,

627:When becoming disappears, all the smoke of becoming disappears, there is the flame of being, and that very flame is celebration. ~ Rajneesh,

628:and we smoke their sorrow contentedly; and we eat their sorrow; and we wear their sorrow; and wonder how it came so cheap. It ~ M T Anderson,

629:I shouted into the phone, but there was no reply. Silence floated up from the receiver like smoke from the mouth of a gun. ~ Haruki Murakami,

630:It's then I smell smoke. "You even smoke while you brush your teeth?" She looks at me sideways. "Menthol", she says. ~ Jeffrey Eugenides,

631:I was putting out a lot of fires then, and because with him there was no smoke, no flame, no alarms, I wasn’t paying attention. ~ Bill Clegg,

632:I went for a moonlit stroll. Palls of blue smoke crept over the earth and in the moonlight was shattered against the trees. ~ Doppo Kunikida,

633:Most smoked salts are made with liquid smoke, which is a condensate, but really, really good smoked salt is literally smoked. ~ Grant Achatz,

634:Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire. ~ W H Auden,

635:Then she’d straightened up and announced in irritation, “I’ve fallen out of time,” before vanishing in a great cloud of smoke. ~ Naomi Novik,

636:The scientific evidence to support their belief that inhaling other people's smoke causes cancer simply does not exist. ~ Christopher Booker,

637:What a cheek. I do live a healthy life style. I don't smoke, I don't drink and I don;t exercise, how much healthier can I be? ~ Lynda Renham,

638:Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed. ~ Pablo Neruda,

639:Why pay $100 on a therapy session when you can spend $25 on a cigar? Whatever it is will come back; so what, smoke another one. ~ Raul Julia,

640:(B)ut when you spend your days with evil, some of it is bound to soak into your clothes, like cigar smoke in a closed room. ~ Neal Shusterman,

641:Does anybody have a cigarette? I'm looking forward to that first smoke. I've been looking forward to [it] for about 30 years. ~ Leonard Cohen,

642:He’d probably disappear into a puff of smoke that spelled out “nope” in the air if Kelly told him he’d proposed while drugged. ~ Abigail Roux,

643:I don't smoke at all. I think that cigarettes are actually retarded. I don't understand why people do that to themselves. ~ Tyler The Creator,

644:I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't use drugs. That may be boring for some people, but that's just me. That's how I live my life. ~ CM Punk,

645:I just want to smoke my cigarettes & drink my whiskey & for you to love me for the monster I am. ~ Christopher Poindexter,

646:It's in my interest, in ours perhaps, or maybe the interests of the greater good, for me to smoke a joint, and calm down. ~ Hunter S Thompson,

647:People who smoke would have probably been regarded as fools or insane, if only a percentage of people who smoke smoked. ~ Mokokoma Mokhonoana,

648:...so we could all burn in our beds with no warning?' 'Oh, you’d have plenty of warning, ma’am. The smoke detectors all work. ~ Beth Kendrick,

649:So why not live with the magic? Be a kid again and believe in the fantastical. Life is more fun with a little smoke and mirrors. ~ L H Cosway,

650:The suffering man ought really to consume his own smoke; there is no good in emitting smoke till you have made it into fire. ~ Thomas Carlyle,

651:They threaten me with lung cancer, and still I smoke and smoke. If they'd only threaten me with hard work, I might stop. ~ Mignon McLaughlin,

652:He looked up at the heavy smoke palls over the city and repeated softly to himself, “It’s all for nothing. All for nothing.”* ~ Cornelius Ryan,

653:Her hand shook as she tried to connect match to wick, but at last they collided, and the smoke from her prayer was released. ~ Camille Di Maio,

654:I don't have anything to fix! I don't smoke, I don't drink, and I don't eat carbs. My life is just great now. Normal. Vanilla. ~ Jason Bateman,

655:I'm French, so I'm quite lazy about exercising, and I smoke. But I do love going for a run in the morning with my dog. That's all. ~ Eva Green,

656:My humor came from seeing my parents have sex, smoke weed, my mom being naked - just weird hippie stuff, twisted R-rated humor. ~ Shia LaBeouf,

657:Their cold blue light shone through the silver curtains of river mist as streetlamps might glimmer through a smoke-grimed window ~ Scott Lynch,

658:If second hand smoke is killing that many people and nicotine is so addictive then why is no one addicted to second hand smoke? ~ Doug Stanhope,

659:Just as fire is obscured by smoke, the shining light of consciousness is obscured by the assemblage of names & forms. ~ Sri Ramana Maharshi,

660:The deader your gospel, the flashier your package.” Smoke and subwoofers can never do what one glimpse of Christ crucified can do. ~ J D Greear,

661:The sensation I had experienced vanished like smoke from a snuffed candle, leaving behind wisps of nameless longing. ~ Julianne Donaldson,

662:If there is a smoke, there is a fire, the saying goes, That is quite true, but one should find what the fire is, and who lit it. ~ Tariq Ramadan,

663:In Hollywood you can't even smoke in a bar anymore and yet in the movies they're always showing people smoking. I don't get it. ~ Gerald McRaney,

664:One day I promised God that if he would give me my voice back I would never smoke again. I got three octaves back after quitting. ~ Mariah Carey,

665:When women smoke, it is hard for them to quit because they are so worried about their weight; it's a vanity issue and a mindset. ~ Loni Anderson,

666:But subtitles made all the sitcoms look like French movies, so I kept waiting for Jennifer Aniston to smoke or commit incest. ~ John Joseph Adams,

667:Graham sniffed the air. There was an acrid, familiar smell, the heavy smoke of marijuana. Had they gone down below to smoke grass? ~ Alan Russell,

668:I’d make my own cigarettes using corn silk. I’d put it on the stone wall, dry it out, roll it up in cigarette paper, and smoke it. ~ Steven Tyler,

669:The smoke alarm went off in the hallway upstairs, either to let us know the battery had just died or because the house was on fire. ~ Don DeLillo,

670:To me, Toronto is a good party city, I think Vancouver has the best smoke, you know. And then, Montreal has the best..uh..Chinese food? ~ Kid Ink,

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

672:Clouds, torsos, shells, peppers, trees, rocks, smoke stacks, are but interdependent, interrelated parts of a whole, which is life. ~ Edward Weston,

673:Fickle as water, our life is as dreamlike as smoke - at our expense, fate's private joke. -The Bronze Horseman ~ Alexander Pushkin,

674:I don't smoke because I like to do so, but because it makes me pay cigarette taxes, which helps build roads and water supplies. ~ George Singleton,

675:If we smoke, there's no magic number of cigarettes, or number of years, that we can smoke before we know we'll get lung cancer. ~ Katharine Hayhoe,

676:It's an accompaniment to life. It's not something that I do to rap; I smoke when I open my eyes...I don't know any other feeling. ~ Action Bronson,

677:Perhaps she thought, this was the way everything in America actually was- all smoke and mirrors, with only illusions of grandeur. ~ Dinaw Mengestu,

678:Tracer was a good guy, but Ruthie didn’t understand how one individual could smoke the amount of pot he did and still function. ~ Jennifer McMahon,

679:When Wade brought you home, I thought, Now here's a girl with a little fire in her. And where there's fire, there's usually smoke. ~ Lorna Landvik,

680:All that sadness. All that anger. It is the smoke that gets into your eyes. If you do not blow it away, how can you hope to see? ~ Anthony Horowitz,

681:He heard him long before he saw him limping slightly, his shoe scuffing against the ground in the smoke that crawled through the town. ~ Tara Brown,

682: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. ~ Miriam Toews,

683: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 ~ Matthea Harvey,

684:I'll be with my sister. And believe it or not, she has a phone and everything. She stopped using smoke signals last year." - Nana ~ Nicholas Sparks,

685:It is not altogether a bad thing to have criminal ancestors. An arsonist grandfather may bequeath one a nose for smelling smoke. ~ Ursula K Le Guin,

686:Most Debunkers spent their money on actual things, rather than just buying anything they could swallow, smoke or snort. Unlike Chess. ~ Stacia Kane,

687:oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much ~ Frank O Hara,

688:Serge nodded. 'And I respect your opinion because you smoke marijuana. You're chemically biased against violence and job applications. ~ Tim Dorsey,

689:They said someday you’ll find / all who love are blind / Oh, when your heart’s on fire / You must realize / Smoke gets in your eyes. ~ Kirstin Chen,

690:We lit the stove a few days ago and the entire room is filled with smoke. I prefer central heating, and I'm probably not the only one. ~ Anne Frank,

691:Your blindness to my downfall, Has gone too far to be a joke, As I stand ablaze before you, And you tell me you smell smoke. ~ Erin Hanson,

692:He let the smoke drift around the inside of his mouth, trying to relax, but nothing could so easily dispel the unquiet that he felt. ~ Chris Wooding,

693:If I got a flight to catch and I just bought a half o-z, I'll smoke it all - I can't get weed on a plane, 'cause I've been red-flagged. ~ Method Man,

694:If you prefer smoke over fire then get up now and leave. For I do not intend to perfume your mind's clothing with more sooty knowledge. ~ Adyashanti,

695:I have decided that I will test my ability … in the fires of the primaries and not just in the smoke-filled rooms of Miami Beach. ~ Theodore H White,

696:I have to remind my dad, 'Journalists - no matter how many cigars they smoke with you - are not your friends, so don't talk to them.' ~ Cameron Diaz,

697:I started smoking because I thought it was sexy. Now I smoke because I feel sexy when I'm smoking. Is that what they call addiction? ~ Chloe Thurlow,

698:She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless. ~ Alice Hoffman,

699:She did what she could for him. She kissed him in return. She lost her breath and both her hearts, and finally Turned to smoke and back. ~ Shana Abe,

700:She put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it, tasting the familiar taste of nicotine, smoke, and impending lung cancer. It felt good. She ~ Mike Omer,

701:Why could you smoke all of those cigarettes? It’s not like they are making you better… they are killing you. It seemed real idiotic to me. ~ CM Punk,

702:You look very handsome, Papa," I say. The twinkle is back in his eyes. "Smoke and mirrors," he says with a wink. "Smoke and mirrors. ~ Libba Bray,

703:20 But the wicked will perish; the enemies of the LORD are like  d the glory of the pastures; they vanish—like  e smoke they vanish away. ~ Anonymous,

704:I don't write at the library, because I smoke when I work or would like the possibility of a smoke. Also, I need to be at my own desk. ~ Tom Stoppard,

705:I think it's horrible that people have to be told. Don't smoke! Everybody knows it's bad for the health. But they have to forbid it. ~ Karl Lagerfeld,

706:They were like a firecracker that had burned up. The pretty picture, the sparkling moment was gone; they were just smoke and ashes now. ~ Sarah Cross,

707:Twelve-year-old Islay. Good stuff if you liked peat, smoke, earth, rain, despair, and the Atlantic Ocean, and who doesn’t like that? ~ Adrian McKinty,

708:But God is only a white cold eye, a quarter-moon poised above the smoke, blinking, blinking, as the city is gradually pounded to dust. ~ Anthony Doerr,

709:Fire and light compete today in the East. But there is a lot of green firewood in this fire, and there is a lot of smoke in that light. ~ Ameen Rihani,

710:I loved her with everything I had: everything that was important to me just disappeared in a puff of smoke when she came into my life ~ Kirsty Moseley,

711:Words, unbidden, curled like smoke into her mind, his voice thick velvet over gravel. Intelligent, seductive, alluring. Dark . . . ~ Loreth Anne White,

712:Accurately recalling an entire day of fishing is like trying to push smoke back down a chimney, so you settle on these specific moments. ~ John Gierach,

713:And without fame, a man must spend his life Only to leave such traces upon earth As smoke leaves in the air, or foam in the sea ~ Dante Alighieri,

714:But there was so much todo: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on. I'll have more time for reading when I'm old and boring. ~ John Green,

715:I’d rather you didn’t smoke in here.” “[...]I’d rather you died of an internal haemorrhage, but I don’t suppose you’ll oblige me. ~ Richard K Morgan,

716:There are so many people in the closet, and we are giving them an opportunity to come out of the closet and just admit they like to smoke. ~ Snoop Dogg,

717:There's some sorta big bar-be-que goin' on here in turn three. There's smoke all over the track! Some fan's got a big one goin' on. ~ Dale Earnhardt Jr,

718:When Israel, of the Lord belov'd, Out of the land of bondage came, Her fathers' God before her mov'd, An awful guide in smoke and flame. ~ Walter Scott,

719:And besides, I'm not a writer. I don't go to coffeehouses and smoke, wear black, and analyze Sylvia Plath to the point of depression. ~ Megan McCafferty,

720:But there was so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on. I'll have more time for reading when I'm old and boring. ~ John Green,

721:Forget your sadness, anger, grudges and hatred. Let them pass like smoke caught in a breeze. Do not indulge yourself in such feelings. ~ Masaaki Hatsumi,

722:It’s only fair that I break you,” Smoke groans, seating himself fully inside me. He looks me in the eyes. “Since you’ve already broken me. ~ T M Frazier,

723:Leni was pretty sure that, to her, childhood would always smell like sea air and cigarette smoke and her mother’s rose-scented perfume. ~ Kristin Hannah,

724:Over there, quite nearby, a thick pillar of black smoke rose vertically, carrying the soul of beauty up to heaven. We’d found the Bonfire. ~ Jodi Taylor,

725:When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt to wake dragons out of stone. ~ George R R Martin,

726:You know how you smoke out a sniper? You send a guy out in the open, and you see if he gets shot. They thought that one up at West Point ~ Samuel Fuller,

727:You smoke? (Randy) Only when I’m on fire. (Steele) I don’t appreciate your humor, Mr. Steele. (Randy) I’m an acquired taste. (Steele) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon,

728:Cigarettes are out. Social media is in. It’s the drug of the twenty-first century. (At least people who smoke stand outside together.) Like ~ Simon Sinek,

729:EA: Is it the smoke that smells like vanilla? Audience: Yeah. EA: Yeah, they do that to mask the chemicals that are actually killing you. ~ Emilie Autumn,

730:Excuse me, miss, but the young gentlemen say that you cannot get smoke without the boom, and they would like your advice on how to proceed. ~ Ally Carter,

731:I don't feel like there's any need to hide the fact that I smoke pot. It's a harmless herbal substance that increases sensory appreciation. ~ Ezra Miller,

732:I’d rather you didn’t smoke in here.’ ‘Kawahara, I’d rather you died of an internal haemorrhage, but I don’t suppose you’ll oblige me. ~ Richard K Morgan,

733:People who smoke cigarettes, they say "You don't know how hard it is to quit smoking." Yes I do. It's as hard as it is to start flossing. ~ Mitch Hedberg,

734:some estimates suggest that the failure rate is around 20 percent, meaning that each year, one of every five hedge funds goes up in smoke. ~ John C Bogle,

735:You could do anything in your room at college. You could smoke pot, live in a coed dorm, have a girl. But you couldn't have a . . . hot plate! ~ Jay Leno,

736:Before a fight between Riddick Bowe and Hector Gonzales: Generally when there's a lot of smoke . . . there's just a whole lot more smoke. ~ George Foreman,

737:Brothers, we must be united; we must smoke the same pipe; we must fight each other's battles; and more than all, we must love the Great Spirit. ~ Tecumseh,

738:He smelled like smoke too, and under it was the edge of apple pies-spice and goodness. Jesus. Even after all that he smelled like a bakery. ~ Lili St Crow,

739:once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in. even after smoke becomes air there is the memory of smoke. ~ David Levithan,

740:smoke came out of the cliff, and that was all. No change appeared on the face of the rock. They were building a railway. The cliff was not ~ Joseph Conrad,

741:Sometimes you need to crash a couple of times to learn your mistakes, and then when the smoke clears, sometimes you’re better off in the end. ~ K Bromberg,

742:Summer is full of smoke, and endless lawns. Quietly, whether across moss or on algae, knee over the railing of the little porch, fate comes. ~ Andr Alexis,

743:But then all writers smoke, don't they? And drink? And sit in front of computer screens till their arteries clog and muscles atrophy? ~ T Coraghessan Boyle,

744:If you go to Paris you know more about reality than people who don't. If you smoke DMT you know more about reality than people who don't. ~ Terence McKenna,

745:I have realized that mystery is what keeps people away, and I’ve grown tired of smoke and mirrors. I yearn for the clean, well-lighted place. ~ Amy Poehler,

746:I have three hooves in the pasture and one already in the grave, but I have a few things more to tell before I get to the smoke and thunder. ~ Mark Helprin,

747:I'm a nice person! I have healthy life drives and goals! I don't drink, I don't smoke. I would never force myself sexually on a blind person! ~ Woody Allen,

748:I'm not one to blow smoke at my players. They kicked our butts on the offensive boards. And it's not just because the ball came their way. ~ Gregg Popovich,

749:I use products from my dermatologist but the best things you can do for your skin, are not smoke always use sunscreen and drink a lot of water. ~ Sela Ward,

750:My land is bare of chattering folk; the clouds are low along the ridges, and sweet's the air with curly smoke from all my burning bridges. ~ Dorothy Parker,

751:Pure intuitive faith differs as much from fanaticism as fire from smoke, or music from mere noise; those who confuse the two are like the deaf. ~ Jos Rizal,

752:Then—without another sound—the beast glided toward her. Like a ghost. Like a demon of the forest, flying on a whorl of black smoke. Mariko’s ~ Ren e Ahdieh,

753:To do good work one must eat well, be well housed, have one's fling from time to time, smoke one's pipe, and drink one's coffee in peace ~ Vincent Van Gogh,

754:Gossip is a sort of smoke that comes from the dirty tobacco-pipes of those who diffuse it: it proves nothing but the bad taste of the smoker. ~ George Eliot,

755:He struck a light and for just a moment as cigarette smoke raftered up she clearly saw a man and a boy fighting for control of the same face. ~ Stephen King,

756:his idea of a satisfying outdoor experience had been to saunter out onto the terrace of a European hotel to smoke cigars and drink brandy. ~ Neal Stephenson,

757:I started doing pot jokes, and I noticed that audiences invariably love pot jokes. Even people who don't smoke pot think it's a funny subject. ~ Doug Benson,

758:I took the long way back, past the swaying lights of the harbor, the air heavy with brine and with chimney smoke from a hundred hearth fires. ~ Ransom Riggs,

759:Like one moment I am whole,   but then I hear your voice on the phone   and I swear to god three blocks away from here they can smell smoke. ~ Trista Mateer,

760:Mother's love is given by God, John. It holds fast for ever and ever. A girl's love is like a puff of smoke,-it changes with every wind. ~ Elizabeth Gaskell,

761:Steam rose from the soil like a phantom, carrying with it a whisper of autumn smoke that had been lying dormant in the frosty underground. ~ Jonathan Auxier,

762:That hotshot pilot who buzzed the Hudson is forgotten. Here is something new. The boom and the smoke—these two things are unrelated in my mind. ~ Hugh Howey,

763:An earth hard as iron lay locked beneath a sky whose mottled clouds spit snow like ashes sucked up a chimney and then dispersed with the smoke. ~ John Updike,

764:Exercise can't counteract the damage being done to your body while you continue to smoke. What exercise can do is help you kick the habit. ~ Kenneth H Cooper,

765:I have a punishing workout regimen. Every day I do 3 minutes on a treadmill, then I lie down, drink a glass of vodka and smoke a cigarette. ~ Anthony Hopkins,

766:I myself smoke, but my wife asked me to speak today on the harmfulness of tobacco, so what can I do? If it's tobacco, then let it be tobacco. ~ Anton Chekhov,

767:In the land of wisdom, there is no fog in the air, no haze, no blur, no mirage, no smoke; all is seen plainly; the vision is very clean! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,

768:Is there smoke in the house? If it’s not suffocating, I will stay indoors; if it proves too much, I’ll leave. Always remember – the door is open. ~ Epictetus,

769:So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,

770: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, ~ Paula McLain,

771:What if, when this fog scatters and flies upward, the whole rotten, slimey city goes with it, rises with the fog and vanishes like smoke. ~ Fyodor Dostoevsky,

772:Cancer researchers knew that X-rays, soot, cigarette smoke, and asbestos represented vastly more common risk factors for human cancers. ~ Siddhartha Mukherjee,

773:Crack is cheap. I make too much money to ever smoke crack. Let's get that straight. OK? We don't do crack. We don't do that. Crack is whack. ~ Whitney Houston,

774:Druids were known for being assholes. Ambiguous, but still assholes. Earth powered, ambiguous, hide behind smoke and mirrors, assholes. Which, ~ Shannon Mayer,

775:I don't drink much and I smoke very little. I guess my only bad habit is robbing banks. Now you see, fellas, I ain't such a bad guy at heart. ~ John Dillinger,

776:I squinted from the thick tobacco smoke, the breath of cheap alcohol, and the sweet or very sour smells of wildly divergent hygiene. “Hey! ~ Kenneth C Johnson,

777:A rumor is like smoke. It will spread, it will seep through closed doors and latched shutters, and in the end the whole town will smell of it. ~ Oliver P tzsch,

778:At last, after all the tale telling and all the yarn spinning, after the smoke screens and the trick mirrors and the double bluffs, I knew. ~ Diane Setterfield,

779:He had no agenda to convert the lost. His only mission was to love. And because of that, conversions followed as naturally as smoke follows fire. ~ Harry Kraus,

780:I’d certainly hate to see you sitting around in those smoke-filled rooms at the club debating politics. It’s just not the right thing for women. ~ Ariel Lawhon,

781:John Gielgud told us this story about Mae West. She was asked, ‘Do you ever smoke after you’ve had sex?’ She answered, ‘I never looked. ~ Christopher Isherwood,

782:Smoke: her great-uncle says it is a suspension of particles, billions of drifting carbon molecules. Bits of living rooms, cafes, trees. People. ~ Anthony Doerr,

783:WHOAAAA. THERE GOES CODY RHOOOOODESSSS. WHOAAAA. YOU'RE ONLY SMOKE AND MIRRORSSSSSSS. WHOAAAA. YOU'RE ONLY SMOKE AND MIRRORSSSSSSS. What's up, man? ~ John Cena,

784:A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice. I am scrap wood thrown in your fire, and quickly reduced to smoke. ~ Rumi,

785:It’s probably difficult for anyone who isn’t middle-aged or older to comprehend, but people could smoke cigarettes on airplanes until Feb. 25, 1990. ~ Anonymous,

786:Love is a smoke rais’d with the fume of sighs; being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes . . . —William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet ~ Julianne MacLean,

787:She wasn't here to make memories. She was here for the flashing lights and the sweat and the smoke and the feel of someone else's skin against hers. ~ Amy Zhang,

788:The gray ghost that sometimes peeps through the rings of smoke is that of slain old King Convention. Freedom is the tyrant that holds them in slavery. ~ O Henry,

789:There's no doubt in my mind that Bill Clinton will stop smoking cigars, will never smoke them again, as a result of what he did with that cigar. ~ Joe Eszterhas,

790:The sensual caress of waist deep cold smoke.... glory in skiing virgin snow, in being the first to mark the powder with the signature of their run. ~ Tim Cahill,

791:The smoke rolls along the low ceiling and pours up into the night - a reverse waterfall - like when the kettle boils beneath the plate cupboard. ~ Joe Dunthorne,

792:this is a flash flood, it's the smoke billowing when a steak hits a hot pan. It's threatening, but its fierceness is the very thing love dilutes. ~ Nina G Jones,

793:...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?... ~ John Geddes,

794:And of a Sunday swarm the folk Under the honeysuckle vine, Quaffing, the while they talk and smoke, The sun, the melody, the wine. ~ Th ophile Gautier,

795:Heart cannot think what outrage and what cries, with black smoke and flashing fire, the beast threw forth, turning the whole world to darkness. ~ Margaret Hodges,

796:He would talk and talk and talk; the twilight would fill with cigarette smoke and shimmering words would tremble in the blue coils of air... ~ Simone de Beauvoir,

797:In a recent interview, Howard Dean admitted that he used to drink and smoke pot. So, now all he needs to put him over the top is a sex scandal. ~ David Letterman,

798:It came to me that hell would not be fire and smoke after all but arctic, everything white and frigid. Hell would be not anger but indifference. ~ Robert Cormier,

799:Its hold was loaded with coffee, rice, tea, oil seeds and jute. Black smoke poured from its one stack, darkening the hot cloudless sky. Alexander ~ Walter Farley,

800:My boy! Smoking is one of the greatest and cheapest enjoyments in life, and if you decide in advance not to smoke, i can only feel sorry for you. ~ Sigmund Freud,

801:My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges. ~ Dorothy Parker,

802:September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes. This is plenty. This is more than enough. ~ Geoffrey Hill,

803:Smoking is a shocking thing - blowing smoke out of our mouths into other people's mouths, eyes, and noses, and having the same thing done to us. ~ Samuel Johnson,

804:Some people hate the smell of hospitals. I hate the smell of jails and prisons, all the same: stale cigarette smoke, Pine-Sol, urine, sweat, and dust. ~ Ann Rule,

805:We all lived through September 11. I was here at the Capitol that day. I saw the evil of our enemies written in the smoke rising above the Pentagon. ~ Mike Pence,

806:We don't want to come off as pro-smoking. Even though we didn't smoke real cigarettes at all, you want to be careful of people's sensitivities. ~ Martha Plimpton,

807:What if, when this fog scatters and flies upward, the whole rotten, slimey city goes with it, rises with the fog and vanishes like smoke. ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky,

808:Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic frankness of salt and snow. ~ Mary Oliver,

809:You smoke? (Randy) Only when I’m on fire. (Steele) I don’t appreciate your humor, Mr. Steele. (Randy) I’m an acquired taste. (Steele) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon,

810:Here is America Now: smoke, greasy fumes, the friction of tire rubber, the memory of terrifying refineries with their rubbery rotten-egg smells. ~ Robert D Kaplan,

811:He who doth not smoke hath either known no great griefs, or refuseth himself the softest consolation, next to that which comes from heaven. ~ Edward Bulwer Lytton,

812:I love marijuana - Mary Jane - and you can print that! I smoke it every day and it's the greatest thing since ice cream and I'm not afraid to say it. ~ Rick James,

813:In matters concerning God, you have to believe, not reason,” Herbert would say. “If you reason, God vanishes like a mouthful of smoke.” Roger ~ Mario Vargas Llosa,

814:In my normal time, I like bacon sarnies, I smoke and I drink coffee. I do look after myself, but sometimes I allow myself to just let go a bit. ~ Tom Weston Jones,

815:I would scream for you if you would hear me. I would burn this place to the ground if it meant you would see the smoke. I love you – I know this. ~ Rebecca Maizel,

816:Love is a colorless,volatile Liquid.Love ignites n burns.Love Leaves no residue neither smoke nor ash.Love is a poison masquerading as spirit of Wine ~ Anita Nair,

817:Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes, Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with loving tears. ~ William Shakespeare,

818:My sister and I are both diagnosed with second-hand smoke syndromes. We have never smoked, but we grew up with second-hand smoke our entire lives. ~ Loni Anderson,

819:You know, you smoke too much, Pat," said his wife, seizing the opening with the instinct which makes an Irishman at a fair hit every head he sees. ~ P G Wodehouse,

820:Gilbert tried to reason with the smoke hound. “I am a frog,” he explained. “You are a puff of black smoke shaped like a dog. We are not related. ~ Adam Jay Epstein,

821:Government and religion united, and breaking a law became sin. A smell of blasphemy arose like smoke around any questioning of governmental edicts. ~ Frank Herbert,

822:His legacy to me was his considerable repertoire of smoke and mirrors. And he asked me to let him go, because he had been born to be forgotten. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zaf n,

823:My poor life This shawl Frayed on strongboxes full of gold I roll along with Dream And smoke And the only flame in the universe ~ Blaise Cendrars,

824:The graphics elevator lurched upwards again. This time the new dimension is multimedia, which means adding sound and fury to the smoke and mirrors. ~ Edward Tenner,

825:The only thing that bothers me is if I'm in a restaurant and I'm eating and someone says, 'Hey, mind if I smoke?' I always say, 'No. Mind if I fart? ~ Steve Martin,

826:We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee, we don't take trips on LSD. We don't burn our draft cards down on Main Street, we like living right and free. ~ Merle Haggard,

827:[American] liberalism today sees no realm of human life that is beyond political significance, from what you eat to what you smoke to what you say. ~ Jonah Goldberg,

828:Considering the circumstances, it was a rather good kiss. In reality, it would have been perfect if they both had not been coughing from the smoke. ~ Isabel Allende,

829:I can't understand what's holding up our missile program. It's the first time the government ever had trouble making the taxpayers' money go up in smoke. ~ Bob Hope,

830:I think good filmmaking is when you really hold the mirror up truthfully, and you don't angle it and you don't hide things with smoke and mirrors. ~ Charlize Theron,

831:Theta blew out another plume of cigarette smoke. “Not interested. Love’s messy, kiddo. Let those other girls get moony-eyed and goofy. Me? I got plans. ~ Libba Bray,

832:Brian’s face turned pouty. “So you were just blowing smoke up my ass.” Anna smiled dimly. “You may have been inhaling, dear, but I wasn’t blowing. ~ Armistead Maupin,

833:I am in fact a hobbit (in all but size). I like gardens, trees and unmechanized farmlands; I smoke a pipe, and like good plain food (unrefrigerated). ~ J R R Tolkien,

834:If her father was Thunder, then George was Smoke - and how could you argue with someone who began to disappear as soon as you opened your mouth? ~ Nell Freudenberger,

835:I just had a romance that I really care about, a lot-I mean, a lot-go up in smoke. Because of the stress, and the sort of other woman that Macintosh is. ~ Steve Jobs,

836:I love industry. Pipes. I love fluid and smoke. I love man-made things. I like to see people hard at work, and I like to see sludge and man-made waste. ~ David Lynch,

837:This s - t [smoked on scenes] called Wizard Smoke. I didn't like it. [James] Franco didn't have that hard of a time with it. Franco will smoke anything. ~ Seth Rogen,

838:Asks me what I do for a living, and I think, I’m only twenty-two. I don’t do anything for a living except smoke cigarettes and throw my heart around. ~ Patricia Engel,

839:It [smoking] was like an aphrodisiac. Actors would say let's have another cigarette on that great scenes, and they'd blow smoke in each other's face. ~ Chris Matthews,

840:It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could be real. I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke, and I would wake up. ~ Stephenie Meyer,

841:Sometimes, though, angels smoke-in their sleeves. But when the archangel goes by, they throw their cigarettes away: This is what falling stars are. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

842:Two, let's all stop smoking blunts; let's smoke out of papers. Ladies, you all should just love me. Let's all have a beautiful year, let's get this money. ~ Rick Ross,

843:Two passing temporariness developed feelings for one another. Two puffs of smoke became mutually fond. I mistook him for solidity, and now must pay. ~ George Saunders,

844:As an example to others, and not that I care for moderation myself, it has always been my rule never to smoke when asleep and never to refrain when awake. ~ Mark Twain,

845:because a rumor is like smoke. It will spread, it will seep through closed doors and latched shutters, and in the end the whole town will smell of it. ~ Oliver P tzsch,

846:Dude, I think you need a good smoke," said Kody. "When the world has got you down, nothing works like a few puffs of KB to make you feel right as rain. ~ Dennis Liggio,

847:EA: Is it the smoke that smells like vanilla? Audience: Yeah. EA: Yeah, they do that to mask the chemicals that are actually killing you. ~ Emilie Autumn,

848:Fine. Stay. I don’t care,” I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes. “But don’t think I’m going to share the bed!” ~ Airicka PhoenixTouching Smoke ~ Airicka Phoenix,

849:Some people say,'Shah Rukh, you work so hard. Why don't you sit back with a glass of red wine or go out on the terrace for a smoke?' But that's not me. ~ Shahrukh Khan,

850:Vaporizers are good for your lungs. Cigarette smoke will kill you. I never heard of anybody dying from marijuana smoke. Vaporizers I think are smarter. ~ Willie Nelson,

851:We are still nearer the winter edge of spring on this cool and misty May afternoon, the scent of wood smoke in the air — a remnant of the afternoon fire. ~ David Sheff,

852:All over America today people would be dragging themselves to work, stuck in traffic jams, wreathed in exhaust smoke. I was going for a walk in the woods. ~ Bill Bryson,

853:I don't smoke, don't drink much, and go to the gym five times a week. I live a healthy lifestyle and feel great. I can run a marathon, you know. ~ Sarah Michelle Gellar,

854:If everyone in the music business were brutally honest about what their intentions were then you could sort things out, but it's all smoke and mirrors. ~ Noel Gallagher,

855:I'm trying to learn to smoke, which is rather weird when everyone is trying to stop. I'm not a smoker. But my character only smokes as an affectation. ~ Francesca Annis,

856:I think that's part of the whole denial and suicidal mechanism [ of the human's race] right "Oh my God, the house is on fire." You sleep through the smoke. ~ Eve Ensler,

857:Like a brain surgeon who drinks a martini when he's not on call, the successful kids in your school may smoke pot on occasion, but they are not stoners. ~ Bill O Reilly,

858:The metal frame groans, and something under the hood lets out a mechanical hiss. Smoke billows up from the front, the universal symbol for “you’re screwed. ~ Anna Banks,

859:Alright guys, I want to get out there and vote tomorrow. And not because it's cool, because it's not. You know what is cool? Smoking. Smoke while you vote. ~ Jon Stewart,

860:A moment later, red smoke swirled around her, and Mel formed beside her. The beautiful, large bird whipped her wings out, shattering the glass of their cell. ~ Lia Davis,

861:It could also be applied to the Moonies, Jehovah’s Witnesses and many other successful religious movements. If smoke is evidence of fire, are they all true? ~ Dan Barker,

862:It is illegal to yell “fire” in a crowded theater. If there is a fire, please yell something else instead, like “Flames!” or “Smoke maker!” or “Bad hot! ~ Demetri Martin,

863:some studies have found that pessimists smoke and drink more, and exercise less, than optimists, and are generally much more careless about their health ~ Daniel Goleman,

864:When you see all that rhetorical smoke billowing up from the Democrats, well ladies and gentleman, I'd follow the example of their nominee; don't inhale. ~ Ronald Reagan,

865:Wolf’s wits, moving now, in spite of the fumes of smoke and alcohol, with restored clarity, achieved a momentous orientation of many obscure matters. ~ John Cowper Powys,

866: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. ~ John O Keefe,

867:And then Wilhelm Appeared. Not in a cloud of smoke or a flash of light, but in the moment where the heart skips a beat. Not there and then there. ~ Shaun David Hutchinson,

868:i had a big smile on my face as i burned the bridges to all the things i could not repair -does the smoke still choke you? ~ Amanda Lovelace,

869:Is it astonishing that, like children trying to catch smoke by closing their hands, philosophers so often see the object they would grasp fly before them? ~ Henri Bergson,

870:It has been said that it's hard to stop a man who knows he's in the right and just keeps on coming. Smoke knew he was right - and he kept on coming. ~ William W Johnstone,

871:smarting and smoke was hanging thick in the air while the ashtray on Karras’s desk was mounded high with ashes and the twisted butts of cigarettes. ~ William Peter Blatty,

872:Even if there are billows of smoke, we can still see the sky, we can still see the ocean! IT AIN'T LIKE IT'S HELL HERE! DON'T ACT LIKE YOU ARE ABOUT TO DIE! ~ Eiichiro Oda,

873:I close my eyes and can see men drawing lines in the dust. America pushes through the membrane of mist and smoke, and I'm a small boy again in Bogalusa. ~ Yusef Komunyakaa,

874:I support workplace clean air. But a federal ban on smoking would mean that you couldn't smoke in your own home. I don't care what people do in their home. ~ Mike Huckabee,

875:It is the smoke. It is the fire. The spark. Black is the colour of memory. It is our colour. The only one they'll use to tell our story. ~ Alexandra Bracken,

876:Marriage is like a game of chess except the board is flowing water, the pieces are made of smoke and no move you make will have any effect on the outcome. ~ Jerry Seinfeld,

877:NOW, MY BRETHREN!" Poseidon's voice was so loud I wasn't sure if I was hearing it from the smoke image or from all the way across town. "STRIKE FOR OLYMPUS! ~ Rick Riordan,

878:Once more a red fire blows steeply upwards...the factory will do no more work for Herr Churchill...tomorrow morning Coventry will lie in smoke and ruins. ~ Joseph Goebbels,

879:The old woman has destroyed all my brethren in fire and smoke; she seized sixty of them at once, and took their lives. I luckily slipped through her fingers. ~ Jacob Grimm,

880:Veek clutched her blocky pistol in both hands. A tiny wisp of smoke slipped out of the barrel, thinned, and vanished. The smell of powder wafted around her. ~ Peter Clines,

881:I don't care. I'm just gonna smoke. I'm just gonna totally smoke. I'll finish these, go to the store and get a brand new pack, smoke the shit out of that one. ~ Johnny Depp,

882:I don't care that you smoke pot. I mean, I'm not going to join you and I'd prefer to hang out with you when you're sober, but I'm not looking to change you. ~ Katie McGarry,

883:LADY BRACKNELL: Do you smoke? JACK: Well, yes, I must admit I smoke. LADY BRACKNELL: I'm glad to hear it. A man should always have an occupation of some kind. ~ Oscar Wilde,

884:...my atoms, moreover, are arranged to make me constitutionally inclined to believe that where there's smoke there's usually strawberry Jello, seldom fire... ~ J D Salinger,

885:The forests are held cheap after the white pine has been culled out; and the explorers and hunters pray for rain only to clear theatmosphere of smoke. ~ Henry David Thoreau,

886:You can't smoke in a restaurant in Los Angeles, which is mildly ironic, when you consider the fact that you can't breathe outside a restaurant in Los Angeles. ~ Greg Proops,

887:A sense of the Finn’s presence surrounded him, smell of Cuban cigarettes, smoke locked in musty tweed, old machines given up to the mineral rituals of rust. ~ William Gibson,

888: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 ~ Bill Watterson,

889:Cuban cigars is a big expense because I do smoke a lot of them, eight to 12 a day, so that would be almost as bad as a cocaine habit, a hundred bucks a day. ~ Kinky Friedman,

890:The audiences certainly have declined. If I go to the theatre now I find people come there to eat and smoke and talk to one another. And look like scarecrows. ~ Evelyn Waugh,

891:The dream dissipated like smoke, and she tried so hard to hold it inside her heart and her memory, but like all dreams, it had never been meant to keep. ~ Christopher Golden,

892:The smoke from the fire passes through the building and the soot affixes itself to the walls. The smoke passes through the air and keeps going - liberation. ~ Frederick Lenz,

893:We are all brothers and we are all suffering the same fate. The same smoke floats over all our heads. Help one another. It is the only way to survive. (pg. 39) ~ Elie Wiesel,

894: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 ~ Murasaki Shikibu,

895:He did not do the things our schoolmates’ fathers did: he never went hunting, he did not play poker or fish or drink or smoke. He sat in the livingroom and read. ~ Harper Lee,

896:I don't sniff drugs. And I never will. Or smoke. Or inject. Trust me. My life is screwed up enough as it is - I don't need chemicals to help me along. - Kit ~ Liz de Jager,

897:I just gazed at the smoke haze above Lundene, the darkness darkening a summer sky, and wished I were a bird, high in that nothingness, vanishing.   Haesten ~ Bernard Cornwell,

898:She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her. ~ Alice Hoffman,

899:between us, she reclined with hers between her fingers. “I do love a cigarette with tea. It’s the style in Paris and Berlin. All the princesses smoke these days. ~ C W Gortner,

900:I was in Pakistan in Islamabad when Bhutto was assassinated, and the next day, you know, there's just plumes of smoke everywhere. I mean, Islamabad is on fire. ~ Henry Rollins,

901:Marijuana will be legal some day, because the many law students who now smoke pot will someday become congressmen and legalize it in order to protect themselves. ~ Lenny Bruce,

902:Our knowledge of physics only takes us back so far. Before this instant of cosmic time, all the laws of physics or chemistry are as evanescent as rings of smoke. ~ Joseph Silk,

903:why do you smoke so damn fast?" I asked she smiled at me with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die. ~ John Green,

904:Brief prayers were muttered for Martin’s soul, and then people began trading theories. Within minutes the place was a smoke-filled den of tipsy Sherlock Holmses. ~ Ransom Riggs,

905:David Hartley appeared of the earth, of the moors. A man of smoke and peat and heather and fire, his body built for the hills. Where one began the other ended. ~ Benjamin Myers,

906:He is rainwater and smoke and wishes. He is honey and wind and bitter as truth and sharp with hurting and endlessly, unbearably sweet. He is air, finally, endlessly ~ Amy Zhang,

907:i been meek, and hard like an oak, i seen pretty people disappear like smoke. friends will arrive, friends will disappear. if you want me, honey baby, i'll be here. ~ Bob Dylan,

908:If ever he had a moment’s doubt that he would love and admire her forever, no matter whether she chose him or not, that doubt faded away like a wisp of smoke. ~ Sylvain Reynard,

909:I smoke weed.It's not an addiction. It's something I wanna do. It's not smart though. It's not good for my body but I'm doing it. I'm not telling people to do it. ~ Schoolboy Q,

910:We're sitting there, her smoking, me watching her smoke, and it's too quiet, so I do what I've done my whole life when it's too quiet. I say something really stupid. ~ A S King,

911:Brief prayers were muttered for Martin's soul, and then people began trading theories. Within minutes the place was a smoke-filled den of tipsy Sherlock Holmeses. ~ Ransom Riggs,

912:commotion. The air is filled with a cloud of smoke. My hands grab a hold of Maverick's hips as I try to lift myself up to appraise the scene. We're in what must ~ Justine Elvira,

913:He wondered if burned books made a special kind of smoke that clung to the world forever, in the same way that a book, once read, clings to its reader forever. ~ Suzanne Selfors,

914:Ideas, we all know, are not born in people's heads. They begin somewhere out there, loose wisps of smoke swirling directionless in their search for a befitting mind. ~ Mia Couto,

915: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. ~ Christopher Paolini,

916:There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun. ~ Alison Lurie,

917:When You smoke herb it reveals you to yourself. All the wickedness you do is revealed by the herb - it's you conscience and gives you an honest picture of yourself. ~ Bob Marley,

918:camouflage (rather oddly from camouflet, meaning “to blow smoke up someone’s nose,” a pastime that appears on the linguistic evidence to be specific to the French), ~ Bill Bryson,

919:Chief Shippy stands frozen, holding his breath, exhaling with relief as the young man dies, the gun smoke slowly moving across the room, like a school of fish. ~ Aleksandar Hemon,

920:He wanted to sink down and hug the coals to his chest. Flamboyant...coins of light...oil, wood, tatters...fumes from acids, soap, smoke...the sunlight shattered. ~ William H Gass,

921: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. ~ Patti Smith,

922:You're much better than fireworks. They're all over in a moment, and you're going to stay for a fortnight. Besides, fireworks are noisy, and they make too much smoke. ~ Kate Ross,

923:5.57am and I’m finishing the last poem to the taste of the last cigarette. Smoke in my lungs, poetry on the paper. Inhale, exhale, it doesn’t get much easier. ~ Charlotte Eriksson,

924:He who doth not smoke hath either known no great griefs, or refuseth himself the softest consolation, next to that which comes from heaven. ~ Edward Bulwer Lytton 1st Baron Lytton,

925:If every cigarette you smoke takes seven minutes off of your life, every game of Dungeons & Dragons you play delays the loss of your virginity by seven hours. ~ Marilyn Manson,

926:I made up my mind when I was 15 years old that I would never smoke or drink. I have kept that pledge to myself, and it was one of the smartest decisions I ever made. ~ Ann Landers,

927:Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers. ~ Ben Jonson,

928:Research finds that people who eat a diet rich in animal protein carry similar cancer risk to those who smoke twenty cigarettes each day.” —THE DAILY TELEGRAPH I ~ Russell Simmons,

929:the queen appeared as innocent as one of those mountains which smoke a little, and then one day end up causing a whole civilization to become an art installation ~ Terry Pratchett,

930:The smoke alarm went off in the hallway upstairs, either to let us know the battery had just died or because the house was on fire. We finished our lunch in silence. ~ Don DeLillo,

931:...the way he sometimes walked along his street in the burning smoke-hazed twilight of a late-October afternoon, the sun only a bitter orange line on the horizon... ~ Stephen King,

932:Here's how I'll tell you what I think—if you see white smoke then you know I picked a new pope. And if I'm drinking a Snapple then you know I don't give a shit. ~ Jason Jack Miller,

933:I smoke too much whether it's going well or badly. After all these years, I definitely associate having a pen in my hand with having an ashtray just out of eye line. ~ Tom Stoppard,

934:Now there cannot be first principles for men, unless the Divinity has revealed them; all the rest--beginning, middle, and end--isnothing but dreams and smoke. ~ Michel de Montaigne,

935:Now what looks like smoke is only mare’s tails—clouds streaming—and as the season changes, my young dog and I wonder if raindrops might not be shattered lightning. ~ Gretel Ehrlich,

936:Or you'll be the next one to go up in smoke, said Simon. There is no need to clarify my finger snap, said Magnus. The implication was clear in the snap itself. ~ Cassandra Clare,

937:We ought not to raise expectations which it is not in our power to satisfy.-It is more pleasing to see smoke brightening into flame, than flame sinking into smoke. ~ Samuel Johnson,

938:Where there's smoke, there's fire: the wand cards can indicate that sparks are about to fly, that passions may be enflamed, and that an affair is about to heat up. ~ Corrine Kenner,

939:You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,

940:As an example to others, and not that I care for moderation myself, it has always been my rule never to smoke when asleep, and never to refrain from smoking when awake. ~ Mark Twain,

941:Certain kinds of information are like smoke: they work their way into people's eyes and minds whether sought out or not, and with no regard to personal preference. ~ Haruki Murakami,

942:From this close, she could see the color of his eyes perfectly. They were a misty, shifting blue marbled with gray, like smoke rising through an early morning sky. ~ Maureen Johnson,

943:I’m bleeding at the knees and choking from smoke and have no idea who these people are or where I’m going, but at least I’m off the hook in terms of the hand jobs. ~ George Saunders,

944:I try and take lots of vitamins and I don't drink. I do smoke, though, I'd be insufferable if I didn't smoke, you'd have to push me off a balcony I'd be so boring. ~ Kate Beckinsale,

945:Oh yeah, the preacher's kid has to be the baddest one. If everyone is smoking weed, we've got to smoke crack. If you're throwing rocks, we've got to throw bigger rocks ~ Nick Cannon,

946:One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way. ~ Vincent Van Gogh,

947:The future is like smoke from a burning forest, waiting for the wind of specific events and personal courage to blow the sparks and embers of reality this way or that. ~ Dan Simmons,

948:The novel begins in a railway station, a locomotive huffs, steam from a piston covers the opening of the chapter, a cloud of smoke hides part of the first paragraph. ~ Italo Calvino,

949:Want a drink?" "Thank you, I don't drink" "How about a smoke?" "Sorry, I don't smoke either." "God damn it!" I say. "Then what do you need money for? ~ Arkady Strugatsky,

950:No matter how hard you might try, you can’t escape the spiritual bond between you and your Maker. You can’t drink it away. You can’t smoke it away. You can’t sex it away. ~ T D Jakes,

951:They're talking about banning cigarette smoking now in any place that's used by ten or more people in a week, which, I guess, means that Madonna can't even smoke in bed. ~ Bill Maher,

952: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… ~ Chuck Wendig,

953:and the wood smoke will roll out of the fireplace on to the carpet we paid too much for on that rainy afternoon in Interlaken in the snowless winter of whenever it was, ~ John le Carr,

954:At least the smoke would give me a little cover; it was also choking me, making my eyes water and my lungs ache and spasm with each breath, but you can't have everything. ~ Mike Carey,

955:So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze; The place we occupy seems all the world. ~ John Clare,

956:The only thing you can be sure of, Herr March, is that - whoever wins - still standing when the smoke of battle clears will be the banks of the cantons of Switzerland. ~ Robert Harris,

957:Warm honey, a shot of raw whiskey, and a little hot puff of smoke wafted from his mouth like a fine and rare brandy being decanted. -- Chloe San Valentine from 3 WISHES ~ Peggy Jaeger,

958:how delicious he smelled. It was a bold, provocative mix of wool and leather, pure man and something exotic, perhaps sandalwood, the whole laced with a trace of peat smoke. ~ Anonymous,

959:Jews were, are, and will remain ideological dope dealers smart enough not to smoke their own stash. They sell equality heroin to you, but they never inject it themselves. ~ Alex Linder,

960:Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,

961:Miss Marple always sees everything. Gardening is as good as a smoke screen, and the habit of observing birds through powerful glasses can always be turned to account. ~ Agatha Christie,

962:No, but if you never venture out of your bubble of safety, you’ll never realize it’s not the color of the grass that matters but how fucking good it tastes to smoke it. ~ Penelope Ward,

963:Smoking is very bad for you and should only be done because it looks so good. People who don't smoke have a terrible time finding something polite to do with their lips. ~ P J O Rourke,

964:Something about his mud-encrusted boots and the way he let smoke curl from his lips and how the sinking sun lit his green hair reminded me of a punk, redneck James Dean. ~ Ransom Riggs,

965:The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror. ~ Anais Nin,

966:The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror. ~ Ana s Nin,

967:The whole thing about whether you smoke marijuana or not is so ridiculous. That and whether you protested the Vietnam War. Give me a break. Especially the marijuana thing. ~ Dave Barry,

968:bent down in front of the vent and turned my head, coughing from the dark smoke. A small, red orange fire began to take form. In a flash I grabbed the can of lighter fluid ~ Dave Pelzer,

969:Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re al trapped. ~ Jonathan Safran Foer,

970:Gabe says you make a mean chicken." Finn, who is sitting by the fireplace making smoke, comments for the first time. "Well, she certainly doesn't make a nice one. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,

971:In the olden days, of course, cigarette companies would pay to have their product advertised in movies and to have actors smoke cigarettes.[Ronald Reagan used to do it.] ~ Joe Eszterhas,

972:It was drearily gray. Rain drummed down onto the spires of a distant church while black smoke rose from the chimneys of ships and stained the already dull-colored sky. ~ Cassandra Clare,

973:Sanctuary My land is bare of chattering folk; The clouds are low along the ridges, And sweet's the air with curly smoke From all my burning bridges. ~ Dorothy Parker,

974:Devil’s Wish A bowl of spells Swirls a mix Smoke and bubbles Seek the fix Young boy's eye And fever few Witches grass Some mandrake root ~ William O Brien,

975:Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped. ~ Jonathan Safran Foer,

976:a seat belt, smoke in public spaces, or “cross a public roadway while immersed in a virtual reality.” Not that much of that sort of thing went on just yet, anyway. Black ~ John Birmingham,

977:I like to smoke, and when you smoke, things become less serious and you find the funny in things. So, even movies that aren't funny, they end up turning into comedies to me. ~ Wiz Khalifa,

978:I'm an anxious person. What I like best is to smoke cigarettes and listen to music. A perfect day for me is a day with coffee, cigarettes, and music, to quote Jim Jarmusch. ~ Claire Denis,

979:I’m desperate to give my body to the man who may very well be the one who takes my life. And right now, I don’t fucking care. Because in Smoke’s arms, I’ve come alive. ~ T M Frazier,

980:Public health regulations are often controversial at the time but who would want to go back to the days of sitting in smoke-filled restaurants or cars without seatbelts? ~ Sarah Wollaston,

981:Sorry, but they’re burning the State archives.” The furnaces burned for eight days, turning most of the Congo state records to ash and smoke in the sky over Brussels. “I ~ Adam Hochschild,

982:Already, she misses her apartment with all of her books, and her balcony where she can smoke without the old ladies watching her, the cats gazing at her from their perch. She ~ Mary Miller,

983:As soon as I discovered weightlifting, all I wanted to do - my plan in life - was to work out, lay on the beach, and get high... smoke dope. And that's really what I'm doing. ~ Tommy Chong,

984:A writer cannot really grasp what he has written. It is not like a building or a sculpture; it cannot be seen whole. It is only a kind of smoke seized and printed on a page. ~ James Salter,

985:I am a smoker, I'm ashamed to say. I had given it up for many years, then picked it up again. It's a horrible habit. I struggle with myself all the time. And I love to smoke. ~ Melissa Leo,

986:I love to smoke. I love to eat red meat. I'll only eat red meat that comes from cows who smoke, ok!? Special cows they grow in Virginia with voice boxes in their necks. "Moo" ~ Denis Leary,

987:It's the same as saying, you know, "I'll smoke, but that's up to me." Doctors don't recommend it. I don't recommend smoking. It's a bad idea. Smoking or spanking. Bad ideas. ~ Sean Hannity,

988:Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lover's eyes, Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with loving tears, What is it else? ~ William Shakespeare,

989:Mr. Payton was at work on his pipe again, lighting and coaxing it. "They need constant attention, pipes, like babies and guinea hens," he said, and sucked in the smoke. ~ Elizabeth Enright,

990:Nailer smiled bitterly in the acrid wind. That was what thinking about clipper ships got you. A lungful of smoke because you weren't paying attention to what was around. ~ Paolo Bacigalupi,

991:Seattle’s Hooverville Northwest of downtown, in the old Scandinavian neighborhood of Ballard, tugboats belching plumes of black smoke nosed long rafts of logs into the ~ Daniel James Brown,

992:smoke is beautiful; weightless and shapeless, it almost appears as deceptively powerless as the person releasing it, yet, it comes from within and rises above us all. Crap, ~ Chetan Bhagat,

993:There was one kittypet . . . a young she-cat called Smoke. She had such soft, gray fur, and such brilliant blue eyes . . . It was like I was staring into pools of pure water! ~ Erin Hunter,

994:A few flames crackled here and there along the nubs that once were branches. Then they flickered out, too, leaving smoke, a whistle of steam, and a light snowfall of ashes. ~ Michael Chabon,

995:Gossip is a sort of smoke that comes from the dirty tobacco-pipes of those who diffuse it; it proves nothing but the bad taste of the smoker,” But the truth is, gossip hurts. ~ George Eliot,

996:If you ask [my brother Frank Shamrock], I smoke crack, I do steroids and I cut myself (to get out of the Kimbo Slice fight). I mean you name it, I've done it -- just ask him. ~ Ken Shamrock,

997:Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney. ~ William Shakespeare,

998:The smoke from her cigarette passed beneath the nostrils of the brown and white girls, and their space-annihilating concupiscence seemed centered on mentholated smoke along. ~ Kurt Vonnegut,

999:We sometimes make spiderwebs of smoke and saliva, fragile though-packets Leave thinking to the one who gave intelligence Stop weaving and watch how the pattern improve ~ Coleman Barks,

1000:You can smoke or drink on a golf course without interrupting the game, and you can take a leak - something you can't do on a squash court and shouldn't do in a swimming pool. ~ P J O Rourke,

1001:As the smoke clears, I awaken, And untangle you from me. Would it make you feel better To watch me, while I bleed? All my windows still are broken, But I'm standing on my feet. ~ Demi Lovato,

1002:A talking dog is not the answer. That's not a way to convince people not to smoke pot. If animals started talking to me, I would up my pot consumption just to make that happen. ~ Doug Benson,

1003:Everything really needs to be paraben-free for me. I mean, because if I’m going to smoke cigarettes, then I need to be aware of all the other bullshit I’m putting into my body. ~ Erin Wasson,

1004:Suddenly Star Wars came out while we were on hiatus, and we looked like the old Buck Rogers series, where they had cigarette smoke blowing out the back of the rocket ship. ~ Gregory Harrison,

1005:The dangers merged into one. Powder and smoke and the gusty flames. The damaged people. Like the rest of the men in the unit, Hans would need to perfect the act of forgetting. ~ Markus Zusak,

1006:The world's flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel: eat less of it, for it is full of fire. Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest, but its smoke becomes visible in the end. ~ Rumi,

1007:Fame is not won on downy plumes nor under canopies; the man who consumes his days without obtaining it leaves such mark of himself on earth as smoke in air or foam on water. ~ Dante Alighieri,

1008:Scarlett permitted the embrace - because in the dark smoke- fill the kitchen, there had been born a greater respect for her sister in law, a closer feeling of comradeship. ~ Margaret Mitchell,

1009:Smoking is, if not my life, then at least my hobby. I love to smoke. Smoking is fun. Smoking is cool. Smoking is, as far as I am concerned, the entire point of being an adult. ~ Fran Lebowitz,

1010:Designed for good [my friend was sputtering and throwing smoke]. The soul was not designed for this, I thought. We were supposed to be good, all of us. We were supposed to be good. ~ C S Lewis,

1011:He sounded like me when I sensed there were drugs around: "All I know is that if someone wants to get high, or wants to watch while I smoke his dope, I'll do it. I really will. ~ David Sedaris,

1012:I get drunk and high like in high school. I smoke weed out of a can, I drink wine out of a box. I used to be more hardcore in my self-destruction, but I am back to basics now. ~ Chloe Caldwell,

1013:I think Jesus was a bit more of a fun guy. I'd like to play Him like maybe some days He doesn't fancy it, being God. Some days He's miracled-out and just wants to go have a smoke. ~ Rhys Ifans,

1014:None of them seemed to mind sliding around in the faeces and choking in the smoke. They were determined not to miss the opportunity of watching a foreigner make a fool of himself. ~ Tahir Shah,

1015:Out of Bull Run would come an effort so prodigious that simply to make it would change America forever. In the dust and smoke along the Warrenton Road an era had come to an end. ~ Bruce Catton,

1016:We came back right over the World Trade Center, and could see, even from that altitude the devastation, the smoke that was coming up. It was obvious it was going to be horrible. ~ Hugh Shelton,

1017:A war raged between my jokey and protective brain and my squishy and tender heart. I have realized that mystery is what keeps people away, and I’ve grown tired of smoke and mirrors. ~ Anonymous,

1018:I like pot, I enjoy pot, I like to smoke it. But, the one thing I don't like about pot is the subculture it's spawned. I think it's embarrassing and really juvenile and uncreative ~ David Cross,

1019:I looked around at the smoke and people. I couldn’t find any hate in me anywhere. The world is a violent child none of us will get to see grow up. I decided to love it anyway. ~ Vanessa Veselka,

1020:I ordinarily smoke fifteen cigars during my five hours' labours, and if my interest reaches the enthusiastic point, I smoke more. I smoke with all my might, and allow no intervals. ~ Mark Twain,

1021:It's beautiful to have a smoking jacket, a good cigar and a wife who plays the piano. So relaxing. So lenitive. Between the acts you go out for a smoke and a breath of fresh air. ~ Henry Miller,

1022:Lexie Madison developed out of nothing like a Polaroid, she curled off the page and hung in the air like incense smoke, a girl with my face and a life from a half-forgotten dream. ~ Tana French,

1023:We both know that mystery is better than the truth. So why not live with the magic? Be a kid again and believe in the fantastical. Life is more fun with a little smoke and mirrors. ~ L H Cosway,

1024:Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke? ~ William Shakespeare,

1025:Yet the personal choice to smoke is… the same kind of choice as the driver who downed the beers, and then the telephone pole. —Open letter from the tobacco industry, 1988 ~ Siddhartha Mukherjee,

1026:For smoke, which is the London ivy, had so wreathed itself round Peffer's name and clung to his dwelling-place that the affectionate parasite quite overpowered the parent tree. ~ Charles Dickens,

1027:I don't smoke marijuana anymore. I don't drink. Marijuana is a handicap. So is alcohol. Alcohol is a terrible handicap. But in spite of being a handicap, it shouldn't be criminal. ~ Gary Johnson,

1028:I took a sip from my second martini, feeling as decadent as one of those jazz piano players who smoke a lot and drink a lot and are found dead in a gutter at the end of every film. ~ Andr Aciman,

1029:Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure. ~ Thomas Wolfe,

1030:Washington was not just a city of marble buildings and smoke-filled rooms and power brokers, but also a town full of people who do care about each other, in good times and bad. ~ Andrea Mitchell,

1031:Char bought a pack of clove cigarettes, claiming they tasted good, to which I ask why doesn't she just go suck on a clove so I don't have to inhale her perfumed second hand smoke? ~ Julie Halpern,

1032:Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke risin' against that blue sky? Did you shout out in anger, in fear of your neighbor or did you just sit down and cry?.. ~ Alan Jackson,

1033:Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. ~ Pablo Neruda,

1034:His voice was flat. It reminded me of long afternoons in a dark saloon. The patrons drink in cheap liquor and recycled smoke. Each stares straight ahead into his respective past. ~ Michael Harvey,

1035:I never can understand how anyone can not smoke it deprives a man of the best part of life. With a good cigar in his mouth a man is perfectly safe, nothing can touch him, literally. ~ Thomas Mann,

1036:Ruby in Paradise and the intensity and quality that I was able to experience on Smoke were equally as important to me as working on this movie every day for three-and-a-half months. ~ Ashley Judd,

1037:A few months since the idea of witches riding through the air upon a broomstick, and that of philosophers upon a bag of smoke, would have appeared equally impossible and ridiculous, ~ Stacy Schiff,

1038:I go to my Room and I drink and I smoke some cigarettes and I think about her. I drink and I smoke and I think about her and at a certain point blackness comes and my memory fails me. ~ James Frey,

1039:I'll smoke anything. I won't spend a lot of money on cigars, because I consider that too self indulgent. $3, max, except for special occasions. And yes, I do know the difference. ~ Gene Weingarten,

1040:I've always said at the beginning of every single season of the show when I was running the show in the writers' room, "This is the last season, so let's smoke 'em if we've got 'em." ~ Eric Kripke,

1041:Kate& Derek “No, Kate, you don’t understand. He vanished. He was there one moment and then he was gone.” I couldn’t resist. “Like a ninja. In a puff of smoke. ~ Ilona Andrews,

1042:. . .the world as we see it is only the published version. The subterranean realms, whether churches or hospital rooms or smoke-filled basements, are part of what hold up the rest. ~ Gail Caldwell,

1043:Lastly no woman should marry a teetotaller, or a man who does not smoke. It is not for nothing that this "ignoble tobagie" as Michelet calls it, spreads all over the world. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson,

1044:Laughing like crazy the child goes back to the city gives birth to monsters creates earthquakes hairy women run naked old folks who look like fetuses laugh and smoke. ~ Nicanor Parra,

1045:She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you. ~ Nicole Lyons,

1046:I was in a cab in New York. The cab had a sign, "Please do not smoke, Christ is our unseen guest." This guy was reaching. I figure, if he could overcome being nailed to a cross, I don't ~ Bill Hicks,

1047:Loomis waved a hand and a squiggly trail of smoke followed like a magic wand. Loomis had a captivating subtlety and charm and was capable of more tricks than a sage in Pharaoh's court. ~ Luke Taylor,

1048:Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney. ~ William Shakespeare,

1049:Most books are born from the smoke and vapour of the brain: and to vapour and smoke may they well return. For having no fire within themselves, they shall be visited with fire. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche,

1050:She had two minutes of peace before yesterday returned: nothing can kill the pleasure of one’s first cigarette on a new morning. Jean Louise blew smoke carefully into the still air. She ~ Harper Lee,

1051:We better know there is a fire whence we see much smoke rising than we could know it by one or two witnesses swearing to it. The witnesses may commit perjury, but the smoke cannot. ~ Abraham Lincoln,

1052:You can get a new phone or new trainers (sneakers) but you've only got one body so you have to look after it. I don't smoke, or drink a lot of alcohol, and I train almost every day. ~ Tyson Beckford,

1053:And Smoke Girl. He who was mine said, One of them must have a name from where I come from. One must remind me of me. So he named Smoke Grl Khamseen, for the wind that blows fifty days. ~ Marlon James,

1054:I drink a few beers, and I've smoked a little pot. But I'm too health conscious to do it regularly. I run a lot. I don't smoke cigarettes. Pot is the hardest thing I've tried, really. ~ Kenny Chesney,

1055:I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself. ~ Charles Bukowski,

1056:Lying on a pile of pillows and smaller cushions, slurping her coffee and playing with her cigarette smoke, she felt briefly that her thoughts were growing more subtle and expansive. ~ Edward St Aubyn,

1057:My father looked right at me, but he didn't answer. And his eyes were dazed and staring through me, like I was made out of smoke. That was the first time I thought that maybe I was. ~ Jodi Picoult,

1058:Sometimes you need to crash a couple of times to learn your mistakes, and then when the smoke clears, sometimes you’re better off in the end. Lesson learned in case there is a next time. ~ K Bromberg,

1059:The smoke detectors began to ring; for they were battery-powered and thus still functioned, just as a record can still be played after the death of every member of the orchestra. ~ William T Vollmann,

1060:The world's flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel: eat less of it, for it is full of fire. Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest, but its smoke becomes visible in the end. ~ Rumi,

1061:When he concentrates like that,” Gaston told me, “if you’re really quiet, you can hear the gears in his head turning. Sometimes you catch a faint puff of smoke coming out of his ears… ~ Ilona Andrews,

1062:You have made yourself an island of time, you are a time that has become detached from that vast Time in which your indefinite duration has the subsistence and eternity of a smoke-ring. ~ Paul Val ry,

1063:I don't think I've ever stepped into a gym - they won't let me smoke there. I just thank God Miller Lite isn't as fattening as most beers. If I cut back on beer, though, I'd look anorexic. ~ John Daly,

1064:I mean, your whole life you want to be older. Old enough to drive, to smoke, to drink, to graduate, and to go to college. Then when you finally make it, you find out it all kinda sucks! ~ Katie Ashley,

1065:I still hadn’t understood; how there’s a certain smell to a dispossessed soul, acrid, bitter as smoke, the irrefutable odour of an angry refugee, banging on the doors of strangers, ~ Elisabeth Gifford,

1066:I was a stonehead for 30 years. I'd wake up in the morning and if I couldn't decide whether I wanted a joint or not, I'd smoke a joint to figure it out. And I stayed high all day long. ~ George Carlin,

1067:My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth. ~ John Milton,

1068:My mother and I smoked a cigarette; she was trying to quit as I was trying to start. Therefore, we shared a cigarette between us- in fact, we’d promised never to smoke a whole one alone. ~ John Irving,

1069:Racist people, interestingly, are never as polite as smokers. Have you noticed that? Smokers always go, "Do you mind if I smoke? Oh, you do? Okay, I'll go outside and have a cigarette." ~ Eddie Izzard,

1070:You don’t have sex, you don’t drink, you don’t smoke weed or even a vaporizer. Face it, love, if it wasn’t for my mad driving skills your heart rate would never rise above a bored thump. ~ Ann Mayburn,

1071:because we watched her so closely out of the corners of our eyes, everything she did made too much noise, her cigarette smoke got into everything, she drank too much wine at dinner. ~ Jeffrey Eugenides,

1072:I just get things done instead of talking about getting them done. I don't go out and party. I don't smoke, drink or do drugs and I'm not married, that leaves a lot of time for my work. ~ Henry Rollins,

1073:Nobody can have your psychedelic experience for you; you just have to screw your courage up and raise the cup to your lips or smoke the pipe or whatever it is and face what's in there. ~ Dennis McKenna,

1074:Someone has a great fire in his soul and nobody ever comes to warm themselves at it, and passers-by see nothing but a little smoke at the top of the chimney and then go on their way. ~ Vincent Van Gogh,

1075:Until we come up with an unequivocal blood test or the equivalent, we're all blowing smoke and don't know if what we call schizophrenia and bipolar disorder are one disorder or a dozen. ~ Mark Vonnegut,

1076:Weed's not as bad as everything else... 'cause weed is a background substance. You know what I mean, you can smoke some herb and still function. You ain't crisp... but you'll function. ~ Dave Chappelle,

1077:An immaterial but visible being that inhabited the air when the air was an element and before it was fatally polluted with factory smoke, sewer gas and similar products of civilization. ~ Ambrose Bierce,

1078:Henry made the shooing motion toward him. “Go ahead, hot man. Smoke your cigarette. And, before you ask, yes, I’m perfectly okay with you envisioning it’s me you’re putting in your mouth. ~ Aly Martinez,

1079:His talking voice was amazing, but his singing was like honey ands smoke had hooked up in the back of a van at a rock concert and had a love child. Smooth and rough at the same time. ~ Chelsea M Cameron,

1080:I drink booze, I smoke, and I'm hooked on caffeine. I actually have been known to swear at times and belch and even raise my voice when provoked. And I'm not physically repressed! ~ Helena Bonham Carter,

1081:I'm gonna get one of those tracheotomies, so I can smoke two cigarettes at the same time! I'm gonna get nine tracheotomies, all around my neck, I'll be Tracheotomy Man! He can smoke a pack ~ Denis Leary,

1082:Marijuana smoke, which users inhale and try to hold in their lungs for as long as possible, also contains 50 to 70 percent more cancer-causing chemicals than cigarette smoke contains. ~ Frances E Jensen,

1083:McCloud slumped to the ground, unconscious, drooling, as smoke rose up from half of his face. It now bore the emblem of Andronicus, burned into his flesh. Andronicus leaned forward, looked ~ Morgan Rice,

1084:Perhaps it was the flabby stink of seared flesh that was making me feel peculiar; that, and the smoke from the candles on the tables and the borborygmic blarings of the three-piece band. ~ John Banville,

1085:There's a lot of smoke being blown at you, but this is no new sport to me; I've been doing it a long time, I'm used to it and I see it coming immediately the minute it gets into our realm. ~ Peter Criss,

1086:The two Christians met on the way many people who were going to their towns, women and men, with a firebrand in the hand, herbs to drink the smoke thereof, as they are accustomed. ~ Christopher Columbus,

1087:The world was full of dangers now that she was pregnant: mercury in tuna, hot tubs, beer, secondhand smoke, over-the-counter medicine. Not to mention crazy baby-abducting fairy kings. ~ Jennifer McMahon,

1088:Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke? ~ William Shakespeare,

1089:For some reason, filters on cigarettes seem dirty to me. If you were going to smoke, then it had to be unfiltered. Smoking those Shikishimas throws a person's whole character into question. ~ Osamu Dazai,

1090:Heap up great wealth in your house, if you wish, and live as a tyrant, but, if the enjoyment of these things be lacking, I would not buy the rest for the shadow of smoke as against happiness. ~ Sophocles,

1091:He drank no hard liquor but loved wine, taking perhaps three glasses a day.42 He did not smoke. When he received gifts of Havana cigars from well-wishers, he passed them along to friends.43 ~ Jon Meacham,

1092:He had a face right out of film noir, a face meant to be shot in black and white, parallel shadows of venetian blinds slashing across it, a plume of cigarette smoke spiraling beside it. ~ Khaled Hosseini,

1093:How would we feel if you could pay extra to smoke on airplanes? When we decide something is a bad idea in general for society, we don't want the rich to be able to buy their way out of it. ~ Peter Gleick,

1094:People find money for the things they value. They do not find money for things they don’t value. It’s as simple as that. All else is excuse, distraction, complication, and smoke and mirrors. ~ Alan Cohen,

1095:Spring is the usual period for house-cleaning and removing the dust and dirt which, notwithstanding all precautions, will accumulate during the winter months from dust, smoke, gas, etc. ~ Isabella Beeton,

1096:Behind us lay Atlanta,” Sherman recalled in his memoirs as the army began to march, “smouldering and in ruins, the black smoke rising high in air, and hanging like a pall over the ruined city. ~ Anonymous,

1097:British flight attendants warn you not to tamper with the smoke detectors in the aircraft toilets, whereas American flight attendants warn you not to tamper with, disable or destroy them. ~ Terry Eagleton,

1098:Gettleman. Fireworks erupt in a blaze of glory but quickly fizzle, leaving just wisps of smoke and a memory of what was once spectacular. What Jeff’s journey suggests instead is passion ~ Angela Duckworth,

1099:Her rage filled the house, flat stale smoke. It got into everything, into our hair and our food, like the fallout they talked to us about in school that would one day drift down soft as snow. ~ Junot D az,

1100:I ease myself closer to him, but the closer I get, the less I see him. As though he is an optical illusion, smoke and mirrors, only the smoke is my pills and the mirrors are my desperation. ~ Janis Thomas,

1101:I never smoked. I never drank and I never took drugs. The funny thing is, nothing is more boring, people like this. For me, it's OK. But most of my friends, at least they smoke and drink. ~ Karl Lagerfeld,

1102:learn pretty damn fast that everything else is smoke and mirrors. Fame. Money. Success. You realize that life is fleeting and family’s what it’s all about. It’s the only thing that matters. ~ Brenda Novak,

1103:The true cost of war can't be measured in dollars, infrastructure, or body counts. It is tomorrows, wrung out of hope by yesterdays that refuse to retreat, vanish into the smoke of memory. ~ Ellen Hopkins,

1104:Those who converted were forced to prove it by making an animal sacrifice, and soon the skies over Egypt were filled with the smoke from burning ewes and calves, bulls and pigs and goats. ~ Robert Masello,

1105:We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered. ~ Tom Stoppard,

1106:We look out upon the Town. The Clocktower, the River, the Bridges, the Wall, and smoke. All is drawn under a vast snow-flecked sky, an enormous cascade falling over the End of the World. ~ Haruki Murakami,

1107:Winny didn't know what he would do without his books, except probably go berserk and start killing people and making ashtrays out of their skulls even though he didn't smoke and never would. ~ Dean Koontz,

1108:Gazzy, man, jeezum!" Fang exclaimed. "What the heck have you been eating for God's sake?" That was a smoke bomb!" Gazzy defended himself. "Not even i could fill this whole flippin' house! ~ James Patterson,

1109:God will not pity them, but “laugh at their calamity.” The blessed company in heaven shall rejoice in the execution of God's righteous judgment, and sing while the smoke riseth up for ever. ~ Thomas Boston,

1110:I get a headache when I hear supporters of this endless warfare complaining about the federal budget deficits. They're like arsonists complaining about the smell of smoke in the neighborhood. ~ Bob Herbert,

1111:I never smoke grass and drive my car because, for one thing, no matter how many letters I write to the road commissions, they still refuse to start designing highways with second-chance exits. ~ Arj Barker,

1112:I quit smoking the day I found out I was pregnant, which was nine years ago. But I'll still smoke in a movie. I have other vices, you know, like potato chips and chardonnay - but not together. ~ Jean Smart,

1113:It's good to see people not smoking. You get dressed up, and you smoke, and it gets in your clothes. You go, 'What should I wear tonight?' 'I don't know, honey, how about something menthol?' ~ George Lopez,

1114:OH, I LIKE smoking, I do. I smoke for my health, my mental health. Tobacco gives you little pauses, a rest from life. I don't suppose anyone smoking a pipe would have road rage, would they? ~ David Hockney,

1115:You don't smoke do you?" "No, why?" "They're afraid of fire." "Great, we're going to be eaten alive because neither of us smokes." I almost laughed. He sounded so thoroughly disgusted. ~ Laurell K Hamilton,

1116:You would rail against God, since He was keeping you from consummating your love. I would send smoke signals from my pit of brimstone — love letters that smelled like sulfur and made you choke. ~ Supervert,

1117:And the beautiful lady, still with her beautiful wasp’s waist, the very beautiful lady whose charms buzz around our childish dreams, will not turn to cigar smoke when the North Star appears. ~ Michel Leiris,

1118:central function of the amygdala, which I call the brain’s smoke detector, is to identify whether incoming input is relevant for our survival.11 It does so quickly and automatically, ~ Bessel A van der Kolk,

1119:He even let me smoke a cigarette in his office, but he urged me to quit smoking because of the health risks. He even had a pamphlet in his desk that he gave me. I now use it as a bookmark. ~ Stephen Chbosky,

1120:I used to smoke two packs a day and I just hate being a nonsmoker.... but I will never consider myself a nonsmoker because I always find smokers the most interesting people at the table. ~ Michelle Pfeiffer,

1121:So what would happen if I broke in? Would a wart appear on my nose? Would a she-devil manifest in a swirl of black smoke to drag me down to hell? Would Lady Gaga apparate and give me a make-over? ~ J R Rain,

1122:the continual clatter and clang of hammers and the black smoke of manufacture rose to the African sky. The malodorous incense of civilisation was offered to the startled gods of Egypt. ~ Winston S Churchill,

1123:The spell...curled around...like smoke before settling in. Sophie: "Okay, do you guys feel protected?" Archer: "Yes. Also a little violated, but that's neither here nor there. ~ Rachel Hawkins,

1124:Try to foresee now everything that might make you interrupt your reading. Cigarettes within reach, if you smoke, and the ashtray. Anything else? Do you have to pee? All right, you know best. ~ Italo Calvino,

1125:When I was a child, I imagined the soul to be a dragon, a shadow floating in the air like blue smoke—a huge winged creature, half bird, half fish. But inside the dragon, everything was red. ~ Ingmar Bergman,

1126:wisdom comes from reasoned and informed democratic debate from opposing sides. This debate is often messy, unseemly, and always raucous, but out of the thunder and smoke emerges genuine insight. ~ Anonymous,

1127:Had I been in Toronto, I would certainly have been killed in this attack. In the room where I normally sleep, the flames and the smoke and the soot is such that the gases would have killed me. ~ Ernst Zundel,

1128:he did not drink or do drugs or smoke cigarettes or wear black eyeliner or stay out late or get bad grades or pierce his tongue or have the words "KATHERINE LUVA 4 LIFE" tattoed across his back. ~ John Green,

1129: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. ~ King James I,

1130:If you don’t start out too big for your britches, how are you gonna fill ’em when you grow up? Let it rip regardless of what anybody tells you, that’s my idea; sit down and smoke that baby. II ~ Stephen King,

1131:If you felt like a smoke and couldn’t find a pipe, a book was your man every time. Cohen realized people wrote things in books. It had always seemed to him to be a frivolous waste of paper. ~ Terry Pratchett,

1132: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. ~ Jack London,

1133:Marijuana-steeped conversations concerning questions of wave formation often take on mystical dimensions. Oceanographers and meteorologists can get even farther out there. They smoke math. ~ Patrick E McLean,

1134:My doctor asked me if I smoked, and I said only when I'm working, golfing, or drinking. Then I realized the only time I don't smoke is when I'm home. I didn't even realize I'd become a smoker. ~ Dennis Franz,

1135:One of my greatest pleasures in life is promising myself I will not drink, or smoke, or take coke, or do heroin, or eat cookies, then doing it. It's a pleasure that can be repeated daily. ~ Amanda Filipacchi,

1136:Robillard looked out the window to the late afternoon skyline. Smoke rose from several locations, adding to the gloom. “So much gray out there,” the wizard remarked. “So many shades of gray.… ~ R A Salvatore,

1137:You're in a bar - grow up. You're drinking poison. You're trying to have sex unsafely with someone you don't know. Is secondhand smoke really the chiefest of your health concerns at this point? ~ Greg Proops,

1138:a cloudy cocktail called Smoke, made by mixing water and fuel alcohol. Smoke joints were tucked into the back of paint stores, drugstores, and markets, among the dry goods and the stacked cans. ~ Deborah Blum,

1139:As the smoke clears, I awaken, And untangle you from me. Would it make you feel better To watch me, while I bleed? All my windows still are broken, But I'm standing on my feet. ~ Demi Lovato,

1140:Domburger, in guerno for favors granted, shall loan his gluteus maximus to medical science, that I may demonstrate the passage of smoke ‘through caverns measureless to man’ from anus to esophagus, ~ Anonymous,

1141:Don’t put anything unnecessary into yourself. No poisons or chemicals, no fumes or smoke or alcohol, no sharp objects, no inessential needles—drug or tattoo—and...no inessential penises, either ~ Laini Taylor,

1142:Maybe, I thought, after a few months of sobriety, you could successfully smoke marijuana again, or maybe every anniversary you got to have one glass of a perfectly chilled California Chardonnay. ~ Anne Lamott,

1143:People who are lazy may smoke pot and remain lazy. That is aging the person finding a drug to help one create the vegetable style the person wants, as the person cannot live in the real world. ~ Steven Machat,

1144:Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snowflakes—gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. ~ Charles Dickens,

1145:Soun is noght but air ybroken, And every speche that is spoken, Loud or privee, foul or fair, In his substaunce is but air; For as flaumbe is but lighted smoke, Right so soun is air ybroke. ~ Geoffrey Chaucer,

1146:Why can' t everyone just smoke like me? Just gimme a quiet place and lemme roll my weed, where ain't nobody in my business don't nobody gotta know let all your conscious go and blow it by the O ~ Wiz Khalifa,

1147:AKHLYS LUNGED AT PERCY, and for a split second he thought: Well, hey, I’m just smoke. She can’t touch me, right? He imagined the Fates up in Olympus, laughing at his wishful thinking: LOL, NOOB! ~ Rick Riordan,

1148:Akhlys lunged at Percy, and for a split second he thought: Well, hey, I’m just smoke. She can’t touch me, right? He imagined the Fates up in Olympus, laughing at his wishful thinking: LOL, NOOB! ~ Rick Riordan,

1149:All I know is, the violence rose from the fear like smoke from a fire, and I cannot say whether that violence, even administered in fear and love, sounded the alarm or choked us at the exit. ~ Ta Nehisi Coates,

1150:Everyone in the class turned. On one of the tables, a frog had started to smoke, and the limbs were twitching spasmodically. Dr. Herbert rushed over, clapping his hands. "It's alive!" he cried. ~ Daryl Gregory,

1151:God, the awaited Messiah, the Savior of humanity, has had his message reduced to: Don’t drink. Don’t smoke. Abortion is murder. Gay marriage will destroy us. Don’t forget to vote republican. ~ Benjamin L Corey,

1152:He had never seen a wizard work things out like this, simply by looking and touching; but Harry had long since learned that bangs and smoke were more often the marks of ineptitude than expertise. ~ J K Rowling,

1153:I am abroad in the night with my servants. We come to smoke the northern lights, to rape the Wendigo, to melt igloos with streams of hot, bloody piss. To see and see.” “Oh. You’re a bit east. ~ Laird Barron,

1154:It was so easy to disappear, so easy to deny knowledge, so very easy in the smoke and din to mask that something dark had taken root. This was Chicago, on the eve of the greatest fair in history. ~ Erik Larson,

1155:Now all these happy sites and sounds seem like triks. Now it seems like the gud times are mere lee smoke that, upon blowing away, here is the reel life, which is: rok hats, kikking, stomping. ~ George Saunders,

1156:the familiar smells of a busy tavern at an hour closer to dawn than dinner. Sweat, scalded meat, puke, blood, smoke, and a dozen kinds of bad ale and wine: the bouquet of the civilized nightlife. ~ Scott Lynch,

1157:The first lesson of life is to burn our own smoke; that is, not to inflict on outsiders our personal sorrows and petty morbidness, not to keep thinking of ourselves as exceptional cases. ~ James Russell Lowell,

1158:This is how women self-sabotage and self-destruct. Unless we have constant witnesses to our hard work, we are convinced we pull off every day of our lives through smoke and mirrors. (27) ~ Sarah Ban Breathnach,

1159:Hey, that victory weed was the only smoke I've had in the last six months," Duke protested...."You know my body is a temple." "Yeah, but your mouth is an atheist," Ethan shot back. ~ Evangeline Anderson,

1160:I remember the feel and smell and taste of him. Heat and wood smoke and sunrise, but no longer. Cal smells like blood, his skin is ice, and I tell myself I don’t want to taste him ever again. ~ Victoria Aveyard,

1161:Is Adrian here?” “Who?” “Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.” She frowned. “Do you mean Jet?” “I … I’m not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?” The girl nodded sagely. “Yup. You must mean Jet. ~ Richelle Mead,

1162:I stayed away from drugs, I never smoked a pipe. When I wanna get high, I smoke the mic. I never did white lines, I only write lines, and I ain't sniffin' nothing but the vapors from hype rhymes. ~ Kool Moe Dee,

1163:It's no good to shoot a guy anymore. It's not enough. Nobody is throwing anybody off of buildings after seeing these movies, but they are smoking after seeing some good-looking celebrity smoke. ~ Chris Matthews,

1164:To be thin and to stay really thin, sometimes some people literally do coke all the time. Some people smoke cigarettes instead of eating. That's crazy. But that's 'okay' because you look healthier. ~ Beth Ditto,

1165:Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. ~ William Shakespeare,

1166:What business have I with this pipe? This thing that is meant for sereneness, to send up mild white vapors among mild white hairs, not among torn iron-grey locks like mine. I'll smoke no more. ~ Herman Melville,

1167:But even that day, there on the porch, with Charles beside me and the smell of wood smoke in the air, it had the quality of a memory; there it was, before my eyes, and yet too beautiful to believe. ~ Donna Tartt,

1168:Hold on to your friends. Resist - or move on Be mad, be rash Smoke and explode Sell all of your clothes Just bear in mind: There just might come a time When you need some friends ~ Morrissey,

1169:I don't drink any coffee or take any drugs and I don't smoke cigarettes and I don't eat sugar and I don't take any medicine at all. I eat a lot of fish, vegetables, and I stay away from starches. ~ Vincent Gallo,

1170:Maybe it's like becoming one with the cigar. You lose yourself in it; everything fades away: your worries, your problems, your thoughts. They fade into the smoke, and the cigar and you are at peace. ~ Raul Julia,

1171:Akhlys lunged at Percy, and for a split second he thought: Well, hey, I’m just smoke. She can’t touch me, right? He imagined the Fates up in Olympus, laughing at his wishful thinking: LOL, NOOB! ~ Rick Riordan,

1172:And I’d come to realize that any hope . . . no matter how small, no matter how unlikely, was just that: a wisp of smoke in the misty distance that you headed toward no matter the cost to get there. ~ Mia Sheridan,

1173:Me like to smoke the bud but my eyes they get all red, my senses get dull and me forget what i said, me find my joint now and me want to take a toke, let take a long hit, hold the smoke untill me choke! ~ DJ Quik,

1174:Miraculously, smoke curled out of his own mouth, his nose, his ears, his eyes, as if his soul had been extinguished within his lungs at the very moment the sweet pumpkin gave up its incensed ghost. ~ Ray Bradbury,

1175:Most of the people I know who smoke marijuana are not very bright and what they talk about when they're stoned, they think they're being really smart and insightful, but they just sound idiotic. ~ Andie MacDowell,

1176:My point is pot is no more and probably less harmful than alcohol is. I don't understand the stigma of not legalizing marijuana. And I don't even smoke it. I don't understand why. I don't get it. ~ Julie Roginsky,

1177:Never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine: Desire is everything you've ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Everything. ~ Neil Gaiman,

1178:No one can tell me what is a good cigar - for me. I am the only judge. People who claim to know say that I smoke the worst cigars in the world. They bring their own cigars when they come to my house. ~ Mark Twain,

1179:Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of it I came upon the Pocket Hunter making a dry camp in the friendly scrub. ~ Mary Hunter Austin,

1180:That way you'll see human life for what it is. Smoke. Nothing. Especially when you recall that once things alter they cease to exist through all the endless years to come. Then why such turmoil? ~ Marcus Aurelius,

1181:The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream. ~ Dante Alighieri,

1182:AKHLYS LUNGED AT PERCY, and for a split second he thought: Well, hey, I’m just smoke. She can’t touch me, right? He imagined the Fates up in Olympus, laughing at his wishful thinking: LOL, NOOB! The ~ Rick Riordan,

1183:I used to smoke cigarettes, ten a day, but gave up when I was 28. Now my vice is several cups of coffee a day, which isn't great if you're prone to weak bones as I am, as caffeine can leach calcium. ~ Britt Ekland,

1184:Sebastian's eyes were the color of smoke and silver. His pale skin, raven hair, and naturally dark red lips, paired with a rebel attitude and a poet's soul, pulled me in like a dark, magnetic force. ~ Kelly Keaton,

1185:Zack said, "What do you need to do to get out of here?" "You have any frags?" "Negative." "Smoke?" "Negative." "Bangers?" "That's a negative." "The f ck kind of rescue is this? ~ Mark Greaney,

1186: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. ~ Patrick White,

1187:friendship is a smoke screen. The people you think are solid turn out to be mirrors and light; and then you look down and realize there are others you took for granted, those who are your foundation. ~ Jodi Picoult,

1188:If we believe [Obama] to be a good man who would never kill noncombatants in a cafe in Houston, sitting out in a sidewalk cafe, smoking - oh, that's right you're not allowed to smoke cigarettes anymore. ~ Rand Paul,

1189:Never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine: Desire is everything you have ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Everything. ~ Neil Gaiman,

1190:People say you have to travel to see the world. Sometimes I think that if you just stay in one place and keep your eyes open, you’re going to see just about all that you can handle. —PAUL AUSTER, SMOKE ~ Rolf Potts,

1191:She comes from fighters—her mom can drive a stick shift, smoke a cigarette, drink a soda, put on mascara, and deliver a smack to every member of the family without taking her eyes off the highway. ~ Jardine Libaire,

1192:The first time Calypso came to check on [Leo], it was to complain about the noise. “Smoke and fire,” she said. “Clanging on metal all day long. You’re scaring away the birds!” “Oh, no, not the birds! ~ Rick Riordan,

1193:The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow Loosely as cannon-smoke... Is a reminder of the strength and pain Of being young; that it can't come again, But is for others undiminished somewhere. ~ Philip Larkin,

1194:Hollow, melting the final bits of ice from the bare trees. Steam rose from the soil like a phantom, carrying with it a whisper of autumn smoke that had been lying dormant in the frosty underground. ~ Jonathan Auxier,

1195:I even smoke in bed. Imagine smoking a cigar in bed, reading a book. Next to your bed, there's a cigar table with a special cigar ashtray, and your wife is reading a book on how to save the environment. ~ Raul Julia,

1196:One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead. ~ Melissa de la Cruz,

1197:There is in every American, I think, something of the old Daniel Boone - who, when he could see the smoke from another chimney, felt himself too crowded and moved further out into the wilderness. ~ Hubert H Humphrey,

1198:Though our smoke may hide the Heavens from your eyes, It will vanish and the stars will shine again, Because, for all our power and weight and size, We are nothing more than children of your brain! ~ Rudyard Kipling,

1199:Ultimately, we’re not the avatars we create. We’re not the pictures on the film stock. We are the light that shines through it. All else is just smoke and mirrors. Distracting, but not truly compelling. ~ Jim Carrey,

1200:I try to work out my mind more these days. I try to eat right. I don't drink, I don't smoke, and I take the skin off chicken. But I'm not on no special diet. I like my steak and potatoes, ice cream, doughnuts. ~ Mr T,

1201:So how do you make your exit?" she asked. "In a puff of smoke? Or do you just vaporize?" He grinned at her. "Much as I hate to be a crushing disappointment to you, I reckon I'll just take the door. ~ Justin Somper,

1202:Who do they turn to on lonely moon-shadowed sidewalks? I'd love to hear them confess: Who do they become when night descends, a cool puff of smoke, and vampires come out to party? ~ Ellen Hopkins,

1203:Does sunset sometimes look like the sun is coming up? Do you know what a faithful love is like? You’re crying; you say you’ve burned yourself. But can you think of anyone who’s not hazy with smoke? —Rumi ~ Anne Lamott,

1204:I’m burning all the time. My pockets full of matches and lighters, the blue smoke crawling out like a skinny ghost from between my lips. My lungs on fire, the wings of them falling from the open sky. ~ Matthew Dickman,

1205:I think people in Montreal smoke a lot, and I used to smoke when I was 17-18, and just picked it up when I was playing juniors. But I think I stopped when I was 22, which was a big decision in my life. ~ Mario Lemieux,

1206:Karras glanced at the tape of Regan’s voice, and then wearily sat down at the desk, where he lit another cigarette and blew out a ragged cone of bluish-gray smoke as he thought once again of the ~ William Peter Blatty,

1207:Playing sports has always been my greatest pleasure. I don't smoke, I hardly drink alcohol. Sports helped get me into the presidential palace. My first position in the union was that of sports secretary. ~ Evo Morales,

1208:She hoped Smoke was wrong about people being unknowable. She hoped that she could crack herself open like a nut and know herself, at least. Then she'd be able to start figuring out everybody else. ~ Bonnie Jo Campbell,

1209:The fires pool and strut; they flow up the sides of the ramparts like tides; they splash into alleys, over rooftops, through a carpark. Smoke chases dust; ash chases smoke. A newsstand floats, burning. ~ Anthony Doerr,

1210:The first thing that the boy called Smoke told Nick Waters was: “Your biology book’s in my locker. The combination is 5-3-5.” And the second thing he said was: “I didn’t do that fire, man. I’m innocent. ~ Carl Hiaasen,

1211:The walls inside were charred from some ancient fire, blackened and lichened and weathered hard, smelling faintly of a smoke so old there may be no one still alive who could possibly remember the flame. ~ Jean Hegland,

1212:CII ABBOT PASTOR said: Just as bees are driven out by smoke, and their honey is taken away from them, so a life of ease drives out the fear of the Lord from man’s soul and takes away all his good works. ~ Thomas Merton,

1213:could not see Nizeera through all the smoke, but he could hear her screams and the sound of dying. There was a chunking sound as an ax bit into the tree again. A Boeotian had managed to breach the circle ~ Jeff Wheeler,

1214:Guard-Duty A star frightens the steeple cross a horse gasps smoke iron clanks drowsily mists spread fears staring shivering shivering cajoling whispering You! ~ August Stramm,

1215:It’s bound to be one hell of a steel wheelin, railroadin good time…while the western country rolls by and the smoke rises blacker than musical notes pouring out of that stoked-up-and-chuggin iron chariot. ~ Ketch Secor,

1216:I was told to hand over my disposable lighter, to prevent, I suppose, any threat of "Do what I say or I'll light this Marlboro and you'll all die - in thirty years due to inhalation of secondhand smoke." ~ P J O Rourke,

1217:Scrape the grey sky clean. Realize every grey cloud is a smoke screen to blind us from the truth, and the truth is whether we see them or not the sun and moon are still there, and always there is light. ~ Shane Koyczan,

1218:The Senate decided they will be smoke-free. They ordained that all public areas in the Senate are now smoke-free. However, the senators themselves will still be allowed to blow smoke up each other's asses. ~ Bill Maher,

1219:To be just without being mad (and the madder you get the madder you get), to be peaceful without being stupid, to be interested without being compulsive, to be happy without being hysterical... smoke grass. ~ Ken Kesey,

1220:Tutors are usually shaggy, ill-groomed junior dons who smoke and drink to excess and never leave their rooms except for illicit sexual liaisons or to replenish their stocks of tobacco and spirits. A ~ Steven Pressfield,

1221:You don't smoke do you?" "No, why?" "They're afraid of fire." "Great, we're going to be eaten alive because neither of us smokes." I almost laughed. He sounded so thoroughly disgusted… ~ Laurell K Hamilton,

1222:Herb? Herb is the healing of the nation, seen? Once you smoke herb, you all must think alike. Now if you thinking alike, dat mean we 'pon the same track. If we 'pon the same track, that mean we gonna unite. ~ Bob Marley,

1223:I enjoyed every bit of the evening. I may not drink scotch or smoke a cheroot again, but I shall always cherish the fact that I did those things. The adventure is well worth the disappointing experience. ~ Sarah MacLean,

1224:I startled, as if awakened from a dream, and pulled my hand out of Philip's grip. The sensation I had experienced vanished like smoke from a snuffed candle, leaving behind wisps of nameless longing. ~ Julianne Donaldson,

1225: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. ~ Matt Haig,

1226:Sometimes I think it is because we remember when we could smoke in pubs, and that we pull our phones out together as once we pulled out our cigarette packets. But probably it’s because we are easily bored. ~ Neil Gaiman,

1227:They glared at her the way any intelligent persons ought to glare when what they need is a smoke, a bite, a cup of coffee, a piece of ass, or a good fast-paced story, and all they're getting is philosophy. ~ Tom Robbins,

1228:Basically no, I mean I think that it's very easy to like I say, smoke a joint or even to wear a Chairman Mao button, or do a lot of these things with out knowing what's behind it, and what it really means. ~ Lester Bangs,

1229:His mother was ugly and his father was ugly, but Shrek was uglier than the two of them put together. By the time he toddled, Shrek could spit flame a full ninety-nine yards and vent smoke from either ear. ~ William Steig,

1230:Our lips brushed. Then his eyes snapped open and he pulled back fast. I jerked away. “Right. Bad idea. We--” “No.” He pointed. “That.” I twisted to see a wall of smoke heading straight for us. ~ Kelley Armstrong,

1231:Over his years of helping runaways to find the Smoke, David had encountered wild animals, forest fires, and bio-engineered poisonous plants. But nothing was more dangerous than a city afraid of change. ~ Scott Westerfeld,

1232:Scrape the grey sky clean. Realize every grey cloud is a smoke screen to blind us from the truth, and the truth is whether we see them or not the sun and moon are still there, and always there is light. ~ Shane L Koyczan,

1233:The first time Calypso came to check on [Leo], it was to complain about the noise. “Smoke and fire,” she said. “Clanging on metal all day long. You’re scaring away the birds!” “Oh, no, not the birds! ~ Rick Riordan,

1234:Trailing scent like a destroyer escort putting down smoke, she melted back into the bedroom with clicking heels. Nate shifted in his seat, studiously looking at his notes. God what an engine, he thought. ~ Jason Matthews,

1235:When she at last pressed her mouth to his, it felt like coming home. He tasted of fire and smoke and earth, and fresh bread and soap and something so clean, so pure, it was like spring water to her lips. ~ Rebecca Brooks,

1236:Yet he would smoke his pipe at the Battery with a far more sagacious air then anywhere else - even with a learned air - as if he considered himself to be advancing immensely. Dear fellow, I hope he did. ~ Charles Dickens,

1237:from under the cap and melded with the rough layer of stubble on his face. The smoke in the bar created a tangible fog, infiltrating every crevice, staining curtains and nearly obscuring the obligatory “No ~ Erec Stebbins,

1238:It was their fate, as Prometheus had told me, the story that they all shared. No matter how vivid they were in life, no matter how brilliant, no matter the wonders they made, they came to dust and smoke. ~ Madeline Miller,

1239:Scarlett knew it was dawn, but the crooked halls of La Serpiente smelled like the end of the night, sweat and fading fire smoke mixed with lingering breath from words whose ghosts still haunted the air. ~ Stephanie Garber,

1240:She was plagued again by the feeling that the room in which she stood, the earth on which it was built, and the universe in which it turned were as insubstantial as smoke, subject to sudden change. (pg. 249) ~ Dean Koontz,

1241:The blood bond was nothing. It was the people that mattered. If they covered your back, and you covered theirs, then maybe that was worth calling family. Everything else was just so much smoke and lies. ~ Paolo Bacigalupi,

1242:I’d yearned for the darkness and repose of Hobie’s house, its crowded rooms and old-wood smell, tea leaves and tobacco smoke, bowls of oranges on the sideboard and candlesticks scalloped with puddled beeswax. ~ Donna Tartt,

1243:There is absolutely nothing wrong with the responsible use of marijuana by adults and it should be of no interest or concern to the government. They have no business knowing whether we smoke or why we smoke. ~ Keith Stroup,

1244:These flowers will be rotten in a couple hours. Birds will crap on them. The smoke here will make them stink, and tomorrow a bulldozer will probably run over them, but for right now they are so beautiful. ~ Chuck Palahniuk,

1245:Where the smoke cleared, the crystal air, with some of the efficacy of faith, seemed to remove the mountains almost to the sea, bringing them so near that one might count the scarred glades on their wooded sides. ~ O Henry,

1246:Hey, how 'bout those Cubs'"-the bad male impersonation was back-" 'let's play some golf, smoke some cigars. Here's my penis, there's yours-yep, they appear to be about the same size-okay, lets's do some deals. ~ Julie James,

1247:I'll smoke weed occasionally, on special occasions like a movie night or something. I like to drink beer but whenever it comes to hard drugs, I really believe that they hurt your body, deplete your energy. ~ Christofer Drew,

1248:I'm not a stereotypical professor type. I don't smoke a pipe and wear a tweedy jacket. I'm more like a student who stayed at the university for so long that they gave him a job to keep him out of trouble. ~ Patrick Rothfuss,

1249:I smoke, get up, move about. I cannot bear my own company. I have not learned yet to replace introspection by thinking. I could meditate on Spengler, for instance, but in ten minutes I am again devouring myself. ~ Ana s Nin,

1250:She wore a flowered blue dress of the type whores naturally favored, and that thing was so tight that when she moved, the daisies got all mixed up with the azaleas. She walked like a warm room full of smoke. ~ James McBride,

1251:Smoke puffed from the open V of his shirt. And still the humming of the electricity went on and on, filling my head, vibrating in there. I think it's the sound mad people must hear, that or something like it. ~ Stephen King,

1252:Then we'll make a deal, you and me. We'll do and say exactly what we mean. And to hell with what anyone thinks about it. If we want to smoke, we'll smoke, if we want to swear, we'll swear. How does that sound? ~ Jess Walter,

1253:There was not one straight floor from the foundation to the roof; the ceilings were so fantastically clouded by smoke and dust, that old woman might have told fortunes in them better than in grouts of tea; ~ Charles Dickens,

1254:There was not one straight floor from the foundation to the roof; the ceilings were so fantastically clouded by smoke and dust, that old women might have told fortunes in them better than in grouts of tea. ~ Charles Dickens,

1255:There was not one straight floor from the foundation to the roof; the ceilings were so fantastically clouded by smoke and dust, that old women might have told fortunes in them better than in grouts of tea; ~ Charles Dickens,

1256:The things I believed in dont exist any more. It's foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now. ~ Cormac McCarthy,

1257:because a rumor is like smoke. It will spread, it will seep through closed doors and latched shutters, and in the end the whole town will smell of it. Let us put an end to the whole matter as soon as we can. ~ Oliver P tzsch,

1258:I like brisket way too well, and I never seem to get it quite like I want it, though this time I’m close. I try to smoke it long enough to start the neighbors complaining. Then I know I’m on the right track. ~ Thomas McGuane,

1259:I was raised really, really healthy, pretty much vegetarian and a very clean lifestyle, I don't smoke, I don't drink. I'm more addicted to the things that make me feel good - endorphins after working out. ~ Elizabeth Berkley,

1260:many of my patients continued to smoke, often furtively, during their treatment for cancer (I could smell the acrid whiff of tobacco on their clothes as they signed the consent forms for chemotherapy). ~ Siddhartha Mukherjee,

1261:She takes another long haul, lets the smoke settle in her lungs-- she has heard somewhere that cigarettes are good for grief. One long drag and you forget how to cry. The body too busy dealing with the poison. ~ Colum McCann,

1262:We now spend a good deal more on drink and smoke than we spend on education. This, of course, is not surprising. The urge to escape from selfhood and the environment is in almost everyone almost all the time. ~ Aldous Huxley,

1263:According to one legend, Ghengis Khan’s ancestor was born from the sexual relations of his mother with a divine being who entered the tent through the smoke hole via a trail of light that entered her belly. ~ Claude Lecouteux,

1264:Every now and then a perverse downdraft would make the smoke whirl and puff toward him and he breathed some of it in. It built dreams in the same way that a small irritant may build a pearl in an oyster. ~ Stephen King,

1265:He seemed to take to me quite as naturally and unbiddenly as I to him; and when our smoke was over, he pressed his forehead against mine, clasped me round the waist, and said that henceforth we were married. ~ Herman Melville,

1266:He who comes from the kitchen, smells of its smoke; and he who adheres to a sect, has something of its cant; the college air pursues the student; and dry inhumanity him who herds with literary pedants. ~ Johann Kaspar Lavater,

1267:How does your ruling reason manage itself? For in that is the key to everything. Whatever else remains, be it in the power of your choice or not, is but a corpse and smoke.” —MARCUS AURELIUS, MEDITATIONS, 12.33 ~ Ryan Holiday,

1268:If there was a little room somewhere in the British Museum that contained only about twenty exhibits and good lighting, easy chairs, and a notice imploring you to smoke, I believe I should become a museum man. ~ J B Priestley,

1269:Is Adrian here?” “Who?” “Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.” She frowned. “Do you mean Jet?” “I … I’m not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?” The girl nodded sagely. “Yup. You must mean Jet. ~ Richelle Mead,

1270:Life is smoke, plain and simple; we just fool ourselves that it’s otherwise. All it takes is one good gust and we float away and disappear, leaving behind only the scent of our passing in the form of memories. ~ Cody McFadyen,

1271:Separation on the River Kiang KO-JIN goes west from Ko-kaku-ro, The smoke-flowers are blurred over the river. His lone sail blots the far sky. And now I see only the river, The long Kiang, reaching heaven. Taking ~ Ezra Pound,

1272:Smoke alarms are compulsory in homes because they contain cameras and microphones wirelessly linked to the government. With poison gas capsules too, in case the government doesn’t like what you’re saying or doing. ~ Lee Child,

1273:The cheeks of the sailors grew pale at the sight—and their eyes glistened with the gleam of the light—and the smoke in thick wreaths mounted higher and higher—Oh God it is fearful to perish by fire! Kunhardt ~ George Saunders,

1274:To be able to fly ? To be smoke , or a wolf ;to know the night , and live in it forever ? That's not so bad . You call us monsters . But when you dream it's of flying , and changing , and living without death . ~ Clive Barker,

1275:X" was a woman with whom I had worked at Vogue. Seductive clouds of cigarette smoke and Chanel No. 5 and imminent disaster had trailed her through the Condé Nast offices, which were then in the Graybar Building. ~ Joan Didion,

1276:All of Creation’s a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest. ~ William Shakespeare,

1277:Every person I talk to has a story about how their smoke alarm went off or woke them up with a battery beeping. So you take it off the wall and you take the battery out and say screw this. They hate the products. ~ Tony Fadell,

1278:I'll smoke pot every now and then. I cannot see a movie on pot. The number of movies I've seen thinking, This is probably the best I have ever seen, and then I'll see it again sober and think, What was I thinking? ~ Jane Fonda,

1279:She would have stopped him. She would have wished herself deaf, blind, made of unfeeling smoke. She would have stopped his words out of terror, longing. The way terror and longing had become indistinguishable. ~ Marie Rutkoski,

1280:The reason I was able to give up smoking was because of the computer. You couldn't lean a cigarette on a computer, like you could on a typewriter. So it just made it that much more difficult to smoke. So I quit. ~ Robert Stone,

1281:The scent of new-mown grass wafted on the warm breeze, mingled with the smoke of leaves burning on a distant bonfire. The scents and sounds of an English summer Sunday, unchanged for centuries, Ben thought. Polite ~ Rhys Bowen,

1282:But that's how nostalgia is: a slow dance in a large circle. Memories don't organize themselves chronologically, they're like smoke, changing, ephemeral, and if they're not written down they fade into oblivion. ~ Isabel Allende,

1283:I do 90 minutes of exercise a day, and obviously I have the lap band... (it's) about being fitter, happier and more active.' But he admitted: 'I'm an idiot. I (still) smoke and do all those things I shouldn't do. ~ James Packer,

1284:I don't dabble in politics too much. I'm really ignorant to the world of politics. I'm not that smart, I'm not that cunning, it's just too much smoke and mirrors for me. I just don't want to play that game. ~ Michael K Williams,

1285:I'm not a marijuana user, so I always feel kind of fraudulent. I applaud this, I do recreational drugs, but marijuana's never one of those. People think because I talk about drugs, that I smoke pot. But I don't. ~ Doug Stanhope,

1286:I thought I couldn't afford to take her out and smoke as well. So I gave up cigarettes. Then I took her out and one day I looked at her and thought: 'Oh well,' and I went back to smoking again, and that was better. ~ Benny Hill,

1287:shower of sparks. Talis retreated fast, the smell of metallic smoke lingering in the air. Grinning, Rikar pressed his advantage, slicing and pushing him back towards the arena’s edge. As Rikar was about to land ~ John Forrester,

1288:When I was 14, I wanted to smoke because my mother smoked like mad. I wanted to smoke to look grown-up. But my mother said: 'You shouldn't smoke. Your hands are not that beautiful and that shows when you smoke. ~ Karl Lagerfeld,

1289:A crack of lightning beamed from the sky, leaving a hole in the ground. Smoke elevated from it. Within seconds, I was covered in rain, drenched, unsteady, and cold, I half stumbled, half crawled back towards my car. ~ Elle Klass,

1290:Around the average workplace, stress seems to hang in oppressive clouds in the air above everyone’s cubicle. And much like secondhand smoke, secondhand stress can have a profound effect on everyone in its vicinity. ~ Susan David,

1291:Chuck Schumer and Nancy Pelosi go to the White House for dinner, and the immediate belief they had is, "Oh, they're gonna smoke Donald Trump. This is not even a fair fight. Trump doesn't even know what's coming." ~ Rush Limbaugh,

1292:I did the cover of Cigar Aficionado, so I'm supposed to talk about loving cigars. I've smoked them a couple of times. My father used to smoke cigars. I love the idea and the concept, and I love the smell of cigars ~ Gina Gershon,

1293:I was troubled by the presence of a shoe museum because it forced me to ask a very burning question: would my body be able to physically survive the amount of dope I would need to smoke in order to visit a shoeseum? ~ Arj Barker,

1294:Once you start dropping thoughts, the dust that you have collected in the past, the flame arises - clean, clear, alive, young. Your whole life becomes a flame, and a flame without any smoke. That is what awareness is. ~ Rajneesh,

1295:She looked nice, smoking. She inhaled and all,m but she didn't wolf the smoke down, the way most women around her age do. She had a lot of charm. She had quite a lot of sex appeal, too, if you really want to know. ~ J D Salinger,

1296:The starlight, which seemed strangely bright tonight, wasn't starlight at all. Instead, Lucifer's demons had gathered high in the firmament above. It was their eyes that shone like stars through the wildfire smoke. ~ Lauren Kate,

1297:A custom loathsome to the eye, hateful to the nose, harmful to the brain, dangerous to the lungs, and in the black, stinking fume thereof nearest resembling the horrible Stygian smoke of the pit that is bottomless. ~ King James I,

1298:He imagined that the people here would never die: they would simply evaporate into the carnal smoke of the music, their loins wrapped around each other, self and sorrow abandoned to the roar of lust. ~ Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi,

1299:...her view of gender distinction was that men were a different breed from women, you deferred to them in some respects and recognized that they had special needs--cooked breakfast and somewhere to go and smoke. ~ Penelope Lively,

1300:Strether had never smoked, and he felt as if he flaunted at his friend that this had been only because of a reason. The reason, it now began to appear even to himself, was that he had never had a lady to smoke with. ~ Henry James,

1301:Suddenly that body appears: in my smoke while someone's heavily describing Greece, that famous monotonous line feels white against the tensile gloom of life and I seem intimate with what I merely touch. ~ Frank O Hara,

1302:Outside the bedroom Jane fumbled around and in her purse and produced a pack of cigarettes, but couldn’t figure out whether to smoke one or not. “Holy Motown Jesus with Pips, what the fuck is going on in there? ~ Christopher Moore,

1303:she opened the lid and was hit with a musty smell she could immediately put a name to: camp. It was an unforgettable combination of mildew, wood smoke and outdoors, an essence that resisted laundering and airing out. ~ Susan Wiggs,

1304:The "public" seems to have bought into this belief that life can, and should, be run without risk, that all accidents are avoidable, and that death is something that only happens to people who eat meat and smoke. ~ Jeremy Clarkson,

1305:You wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry “Hold, hold! ~ William Shakespeare,

1306:5  And the Lord will create upon every dwelling-place of mount Zion, and upon her assemblies, a cloud and smoke by day and the shining of a flaming fire by night; for upon all the glory of Zion shall be a defence. ~ Joseph Smith Jr,

1307:And I don't really drink alot of booze, alcohol will kill ya... but I smoke all the pot I can find, I don't smoke it all at once, I just do a little bit at a time, and I uh, I used to take acid but I quit around 1971. ~ Tommy Chong,

1308:I understand that people don't want to smoke. Fine. Don't smoke. You don't want to go into a restaurant where there's [smoking], don't go in there. But don't impose your will - the will of a few - on the lives of many. ~ Mike Ditka,

1309:once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in. even after smoke becomes air there is the memory of smoke. i am seeing, as if by the light of a match, a glimpse of my life and having it feel right. ~ Anonymous,

1310:The thing about tragedy is that it isn't about just getting through it, it's about getting on with your life when the dust has settled but the landscape is bombed out, smoke in the air, charred remains at your feet. ~ Andrea Dunlop,

1311:I don't smoke weed on set all day. I just want to say that, you know, not all day. After lunch you get tired. What can you do? To me, the fact that a character smokes weed isn't really what I hang my hat on necessarily. ~ Seth Rogen,

1312:The first time I smoked weed was with Demi [Lovato] and Miley [Cyrus]. I must have been 17 or 18. They kept saying, ‘Try it! Try it!’ so I gave it a shot, and it was all right. I don’t even smoke weed that often anymore. ~ Joe Jonas,

1313:We all deal with a certain amount of stress, on a day-to-day basis. I probably smoke too many cigarettes, which isn't a very good thing. I don't have any extraordinary coping mechanism. I certainly don't talk to a dog. ~ Elijah Wood,

1314:Remember: The paranoid and wary are often the easiest to deceive. Win their trust in one area and you have a smoke screen that blinds their view in another, letting you creep up and level them with a devastating blow. ~ Robert Greene,

1315:The house was on fire," i greeted them tersely. "In case you're interested." they both glanced up overhead as if to make sure the house was still standing. Fang sniffed, smelling the smoke. It's out, right?" he said ~ James Patterson,

1316:The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke. ~ Holly Black,

1317:You can't even smoke a cigarette on network television anymore. Not that everyone should be smoking cigarettes, but that's how crazy it's gotten. You can't even do things like that that are real-life things. ~ Gloria Calderon Kellett,

1318:You don’t think anyone with any intelligence will believe this chum of yours is a king? This infant? This halfwit? It’s a joke. The moment your mister claps eyes on this king of yours, the whole thing’ll go up in smoke. ~ Antal Szerb,

1319:Fixtures of agribusiness such as five-thousand-acre grain monocultures and bloated animal feedlots are no more the future of farming than eighteenth-century factories billowing black smoke are the future of manufacturing. ~ Dan Barber,

1320:I feared death and I loved life. I yearned to live long enough to smoke one more cigarette, drink one more drink, experience seven more seconds of obscene bliss, and then, perhaps, but most likely not, I could die. ~ Viet Thanh Nguyen,

1321:I smoke and drink and have abortions, actually one abortion, but still, I have an A average that I maintain with little or no effort on my part and they despise me for it, mostly because they can’t take credit for it. ~ Lisa O Donnell,

1322:I think when you see an aircraft fire, these angry, black puffs of smoke, knowing that one of them could kill you that you - you - you understand the seriousness of the mission. And you understand your own mortality. ~ George H W Bush,

1323:I used to smoke cigarettes, smoke dope, do smack, every f - - thing. First, I couldn't function without it. Then I couldn't do anything with or without it. Then I thought, "This is the end of the line for my fun days." ~ Ozzy Osbourne,

1324:I was so sure this was different, the kind of story they made movies and books about, but in the end it was just a summer to a summer, a dizzying breath of honeysuckle and whiskey and candle smoke, inhaled, held, let go. ~ Leah Raeder,

1325:Loretta turned her face against his chest, inhaling the scent of his skin, loving the blend of leather and smoke and oil that she had once found so abhorrent. Hunter. When had he become so important to her? ~ Catherine Anderson,

1326:Lying in a featherbed will bring you no fame, nor staying beneath the quilt, and he who uses up his life without achieving fame leaves no more vestige of himself on Earth than smoke in the air or foam upon the water. ~ Dante Alighieri,

1327:In all these sights I achieve solace only in bringing forth trees, picturing them blooming like smoke from the roofs of gutted buildings, dreaming of what a fine and picturesque pile of rubble this city will someday make. ~ Tod Wodicka,

1328:I would spend more time with my children. I would make my money before spending it. I would learn the joys of wine instead of hard liquor. I would not smoke cigarettes when I had pneumonia. I would not marry a fifth time. ~ John Huston,

1329:Lying in a featherbed will not bring you fame, nor staying beneath the quilt, and he who uses up his life without achieving fame leaves no more vestige of himself on earth than smoke in the air or foam upon the water. ~ Dante Alighieri,

1330:Out of curiosity, when do I grow up and become a fullfledged man with a penis?” “When words like ‘hump day’ don’t make you giggle like a twelve-year-old,” he retorted, blowing smoke my way. “Wow, that long? ~ Dani Alexander,

1331:We are like flames on a match that suddenly blaze forth and end just as quickly in a wisp of smoke, extinguished by a single breath, but it’s what we do during that brief flash of existence that shapes our eternal destiny. ~ John Lyman,

1332:Well, Smoke n' Mirrors has very much a world music flavor and it doesn't park itself in one country. It borrows heavily from the Brazilian angle, which is dear to my heart, and I recorded several albums with that flavor. ~ Lee Ritenour,

1333:Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death. ~ Jean Cocteau,

1334:In my head I try and reach back, through the fence, past the smoke; I try and grab his hand and pull. Alex, come back. There is nothing to do but sink. The hours close around me, encase me completely, like a tomb. ~ Lauren Oliver,

1335:I set a discipline for myself to return every afternoon and take photographs like Edward Weston: f22, full sun, big set squares, big circles. I would smoke a joint with some hippies on the grass, then go do some more pictures. ~ Max Pam,

1336:Isn't it easier to forgive than to hate? Until we learn how to forgive, that sort of thing is going to keep on happening." He pointed at the tall pillars of smoke rising to the north. "Hate is a sterile thing, Belgarion. ~ David Eddings,

1337:Once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in. Even after smoke becomes air, there is the memory of smoke. I am seeing as if by the light of a match, a glimpse of my life and having it feel right. ~ David Levithan,

1338:Reality doesn't have any preconceived ideas. You've got to learn how to smoke the cigarette, not act smoking the cigarette. You need to drink the drink, not act drinking the drink. You've got to do things and not show them. ~ James Dean,

1339:Smoke.. makes a kitchen also oftentimes in the inward parts of men, soiling and infecting them, with an unctuous and oily kinde of Soote as hath been found in some great Tobacco takers, that after their death were opened. ~ King James I,

1340:At night the sky was very near, sprawled in star smoke and gamma cataclysms, but she didn't see it the way she used to, as soul extension, dumb guttural wonder, a thing that lived outside language in the oldest part of her. ~ Don DeLillo,

1341:Being a Catholic, I was drawn to the mystery of the Latin and the smoke and the mirrors and all of that. That part of my disposition definitely did lend itself to finding my way to the back door of some artistic pursuit. ~ Susan Sarandon,

1342:Don't let these tattoos fool you. I'm straight edge. I'm a man of great discipline; I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs... my addiction is wrestling - my obsession is competition. Discipline. My name is C...M...Punk. ~ CM Punk,

1343:From what I've been able to determine, many of our big stars are addicted to tobacco. They want to smoke in movies for the same reason I smoked as I wrote, which is that they think their performance is going to be better. ~ Joe Eszterhas,

1344:He lit the cigarette and inhaled gratefully. "You want one?" "No thanks. Had a touch of the cancer a few years ago." "What kind?" "Prostate." "I'm not asking you to smoke it in your ass. ~ Daryl Gregory,

1345:Some folks want the lights of cities, the admiration of women, and the fame that comes with success. Me, I just want the trail unwinding ahead of me, the view from the top of the ridge, and the smell of a wood-smoke fire. ~ Louis L Amour,

1346:Taking in and blowing out smoke? And now you see girls smoking cigars. It got to be such a fad. Girls on the covers of magazines, smoking cigars. Give me a break. I didn't want to be a part of that. I don't like 'popular.' ~ James Coburn,

1347:The maybes could go on forever, Watson, but we both know that mystery is better than the truth. So why not live with the magic? Be a kid again and believe in the fantastical. Life is more fun with a little smoke and mirrors. ~ L H Cosway,

1348:The officers saluted as she passed and gravely bowed. They walked back across the courtyard and got into their chairs. She saw Waddington light a cigarette. A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man. ~ W Somerset Maugham,

1349:Watson, but we both know that mystery is better than the truth. So why not live with the magic? Be a kid again and believe in the fantastical. Life is more fun with a little smoke and mirrors.” He gives me a devilish wink. I ~ L H Cosway,

1350:A war raged between my jokey and protective brain and my squishy and tender heart. I have realized that mystery is what keeps people away, and I’ve grown tired of smoke and mirrors. I yearn for the clean, well-lighted place. ~ Amy Poehler,

1351:His deep chuckle curls up on a tail of smoke. “Does it ever disarm you, Alyssa . . . how well we see through one another? It does me.” His voice softens on the admission—a depth of vulnerability he doesn’t often use. ~ A G Howard,

1352:I feared death and I loved life. I yearned to live long enough to smoke one more cigarette, drink one more drink, experience seven more seconds of obscene bliss, and then, perhaps, but most likely not, I could die. All ~ Viet Thanh Nguyen,

1353:I take pleasure in the little things. Double cheeseburgers, those are good, the sky ten minutes before it rains,the moment your laugh turns into a cackle. And I sit here, and smoke my Camel straights, and I ride my own melt. ~ Ethan Hawke,

1354:Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moonshine. [...] Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge,

1355:Yet here, this night, you might repose with me, On green leaves pillowed: apples ripe have I, Soft chestnuts, and of curdled milk enow. And, see, the farm-roof chimneys smoke afar, And from the hills the shadows lengthening fall! ~ Virgil,

1356:Forty years after a battle it is easy for a non-combatant to reason about how it ought to have been fought. It is another thing personally and under fire to direct the fighting while involved in the obscuring smoke of it. ~ Herman Melville,

1357:histories of the world before our own. That was a world of empires, of corruption, of war-and more freedom than I've ever known. But the people of that time are gone, their dreams in ruin, existing only in smoke and ash. ~ Victoria Aveyard,

1358:Many so-called spiritual people, they overeat, drink too much, they smoke and don't exercise. But they do go to church every week and pray 'Please help my arthritis. Please help me bring up my strength, make me young again.' ~ Jack LaLanne,

1359:Pick up a fifth-grade math or rhetoric textbook from 1850 and you’ll see that the texts were pitched then on what would today be considered college level. The continuing cry for “basic skills” practice is a smoke screen ~ John Taylor Gatto,

1360:That day was the beginning of my friendship with Sebastian, and thus it came about, that morning in June, that I was lying beside him in the shade of the high elms watching the smoke from his lips drift up into the branches. ~ Evelyn Waugh,

1361:What, for some, is sin, others do to the glory of God. And the good Dr. Pentecost's remarks notwithstanding , I intend to go home tonight and smoke a cigar to the glory of God. It is a kind of incense drifting to Heaven. ~ Charles Spurgeon,

1362:A lot of people want to keep me off my feet. I say a lot of things that are on my mind; I'm a very honest person. On top of that I'm a weird figure for hip-hop: this person who doesn't drink, smoke or do any of those weird things. ~ D Pryde,

1363:But this was like old movies, the silent theater haunted with black-and-white ghosts, silvery mouths opening to let moonlight smoke out, gestures made in silence so hushed you could hear the wind fizz the hair on your cheeks. ~ Ray Bradbury,

1364:I don't believe that weed is a drug. I believe its herbal medicine. I'll smoke that occasionally and I definitely back marijuana but anything harder than that, I just say no to and I encourage kids to say no to hard drugs. ~ Christofer Drew,

1365:If you're going to run around, Ms. Pelosi, and you're going to say Republicans like the war, then can we also assume that Democrats like killing babies? Put that in whatever it is you smoke, Ms. Pelosi, and have fun with it. ~ Rush Limbaugh,

1366:I love working with big flavors like chiles and smoke. Honey is perfect for softening the edges, mellowing them out a bit. I put it in everything - vinaigrettes, soups, stocks, salsas, so I'm always on the hunt for great honey. ~ Bobby Flay,

1367:I'm always blowing the speakers out in studios, like, there's smoke coming out of them. I found out that I'm not built for studio monitors. I record and mix down everything in the headphones and then I bring it to the speakers. ~ AraabMuzik,

1368:I've had every known chemical - cocaine, booze - and tobacco is the hardest one in the world for me to quit. You watch old flicks? It's suggestion by looking at something: You see a cigarette, and it makes you want to smoke! ~ Ozzy Osbourne,

1369:Love is a flame without smoke, ever fresh, creative, joyous. Such love is dangerous to society, to relationship. So, thought steps in, modifies, guides it, legalizes it, puts it out of danger; then one can live with it. ~ Jiddu Krishnamurti,

1370:Magnus snapped his fingers again, menacingly. "Get up." "Or you'll be the next one to go up in smoke," said Simon with relish. "There's no need to clarify my finger snap. The implication was clear in the snap itself. ~ Cassandra Clare,

1371:the conductor shouts "All aboard!" when the smoke is blown away and the vapor condensed, it will be perceived that a few are riding, but the rest are run over—and it will be called, and will be, "A melancholy accident. ~ Henry David Thoreau,

1372:Know this. That the things that go into the fire are forever changed. That all you have ever done can be measured not by distance but by circumference. That these twin spirals of smoke; they are your life, rising in curls. ~ Christian Kiefer,

1373:little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by and by lazy off to sleep. ~ Mark Twain,

1374:Objects of every sort are materials for the new art: paint, food, chairs, electric and neon lights, smoke, water, old socks, a dog, movies, a thousand other things which will be discovered by the present generation of artists. ~ Allan Kaprow,

1375:There's a word for it," she told me, "in French, for when you have a lingering immersion of something having passed by. Sillage. I always think of it when a firework explores and lights up the smoke from the ones before it. ~ Robyn Schneider,

1376:The unpainted walls of the long rectangular room were soaked with the smell of greasy chicken and warm, headless beer. The brown and pink faces floated above the trails of used cigarette smoke like bodiless carnival balloons. ~ Gloria Naylor,

1377:As for me... I'm fine. I have bad dreams, but I never saw Mister Duck again. I play video games. I smoke a little dope. I got my thousand-yard stare. I carry a lot of scares. I like the way that sounds. I carry a lot of scares. ~ Alex Garland,

1378:Eat your vegetables. Brush your teeth. Sweat once in a while. Get plenty of rest. Don't smoke. Laugh more. There are certain tenets to health that are pretty commonsensical and that we all know we should practice routinely. ~ David Perlmutter,

1379:I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I don’t do drugs. I kick people in the face for a living. So, if that’s something you’re into — if you like watching people get kicked in the face — come see me. I’ll probably be your favorite wrestler. ~ CM Punk,

1380:Joel 2:30–31:   I will show wonders in the heavens and in the earth: Blood and fire and pillars of smoke. The sun shall be turned into darkness, And the moon into blood, Before the coming of the great and awesome day of the LORD. ~ John Hagee,

1381:man had gone through hell and back, and even though he rose like a phoenix from the ashes to become the man he is, that smoke still clings to him. I can smell it. And that’s what scares me. It’s the fear that it’s not all over. ~ Karina Halle,

1382:There's a word for it," she told me, "in French, for when you have a lingering impression of something having passed by. Sillage. I always think of it when a firework explodes and lights up the smoke from the ones before it. ~ Robyn Schneider,

1383:There's a word for it," she told me, "in French, for when you have a lingering impression of something having passed by. Sillage. I always think of it when a firework explores and lights up the smoke from the ones before it. ~ Robyn Schneider,

1384:We are in a fool's climate, accidentally kept cool by smoke, and before this century is over billions of us will die and the few breeding pairs of people that survive will be in the Arctic where the climate remains tolerable. ~ James Lovelock,

1385:Blood is pounding in my ears. Lingering smoke and tequila fill my nostrils as adrenaline courses through my veins. My lips curl into a smile. The only thing that would make this night more perfect is if I had killed some zombies. ~ Annie Walls,

1386:He was trying to marshal his arguments for proving that he did not now constitute a mental-health hazard himself. He was far from certain about this – his mind seemed to be full of noise, horses, smoke, and the stench of blood. ~ Douglas Adams,

1387:The 'fires'n that produce thick, rarely innocent, often strategic smoke should therefore be scrutinized. they should be known and identified; and when they involve dishonesty, lies, or manipulation, they they should be ignored. ~ Tariq Ramadan,

1388:They could be gone for years, healed over and laid to rest, and then out of nowhere the gun smoke stung my eyes, the wet jungle invaded my nose, and I had to bury them all over again. You could leave a war, but it never left you. ~ Mindy Mejia,

1389:What I like about Elvis is the same thing I like about James Brown, Michael Jackson, Prince. These guys, back in the day, there was no smoke and mirrors. It was just raw talent. They would step out onstage and command an audience. ~ Bruno Mars,

1390:In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past—sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories. ~ George Eliot,

1391:It also meant, however, that they couldn’t drive without a seat belt, smoke in public spaces, or “cross a public roadway while immersed in a virtual reality.” Not that much of that sort of thing went on just yet, anyway. Black ~ John Birmingham,

1392:Oh yes,’ she said, and I heard her dismissive sideways hiss of cigarette smoke. ‘It was just that I wanted to tell you that you’re a pointless waste of human tissue. That was all. Bye then, darling!’ she said, bright as a knife. ~ Gail Honeyman,

1393:Rest assured that the most fervid revivalism will wear itself out in mere smoke, if it be not maintained by the fuel of teaching.... Sound teaching is the best protection for the heresies which ravage right and left among us. ~ Charles Spurgeon,

1394:Skepticism in favor of a presumption of guilt when the facts do not support a finding of guilt is irrational skepticism. And irrational skepticism is the smoke screen behind which these murders have been hidden for a hundred years. ~ Bill James,

1395:Sometimes the fridge is empty. Sometimes you run out of booze. Sometimes a guy hits you for no reason. Sometimes life doesn't seem worth living. Sometimes you hate yourself. But there's never a time when you don't enjoy a smoke. ~ Chloe Thurlow,

1396:So, my dear, we will send him away to smoke the cigarette in the garden, whiles you and I have little talk all to ourselves.' I took the hint, and strolled about, and presently the professor came to the window and called me in. He ~ Bram Stoker,

1397:Alcohol is the only drug known to kill over 160 people a week in the UK. We are even encouraged by our parents to drink alcohol. If you ask a smoker, ‘Would you encourage your children to smoke?’ the answer will be a clear, ‘No way! ~ Jason Vale,

1398:At 14, I started sneaking behind the dormitories at school to smoke and I guess I just never got out of the habit. It's that sense of doing something that you shouldn't be doing that appeals to me. Appeals to most of us, I guess. ~ Chloe Thurlow,

1399:He knew how isolated he could become and hardly notice it was happening. How relationships could slip away like smoke in the breeze. How easily he could sink into himself. How natural and benign his isolating obsessions could seem. ~ John Verdon,

1400:I don't blame people for smoking when I see a social gradient in smoking. I say we need to understand why is it the lower you are in the hierarchy the more likely you are to smoke. So we need to address the causes of the causes. ~ Michael Marmot,

1401:One of the great regrets of my life is that I smoked. If I could say anything to anybody starting out in life it would be, 'Whatever you do, don't smoke'. I have had to recover from that and been lucky that I have been able to stop. ~ Bill Nighy,

1402:Safety was not a big thing when I was growing up. A seat belt was something that got in the way: 'Ma, the seat belt is digging into my back.' 'Stuff it down into the seat. And roll those windows up, you're letting the smoke out' ~ Margaret Smith,

1403:The fifty-three-year-old former Eagle Scout from South Carolina didn’t drink, smoke, or swear; the most colorful expletive in his vocabulary was “dad gum.”7 He was a West Pointer and had been an artillery commander in World War II. ~ Mark Bowden,

1404:Very soon the train came puffing up into the station; then two or three minutes, and the doors were slammed to, the guard whistled, and the train glided away, leaving behind it only clouds of white smoke and some very heavy hearts. ~ Anna Sewell,

1405:Admiral Nelson, also, on a capstan of gun-metal, stands his mast-head in Trafalgar Square; and even when most obscured by that London smoke, token is yet given that a hidden hero is there; for where there is smoke, must be fire. ~ Herman Melville,

1406:And there’s my complaint against these ocean liners With all their swimming baths and gymnasiums There’s not even a place where a man can go For a quiet smoke, where the women can’t follow him. She wouldn’t leave him out of her sight. ~ T S Eliot,

1407:I am convinced that if stories such as these have any lasting value, it is in revealing the kind of work young pulp-writers were doing in those days when rates were low and one had to make a typewriter smoke in order to keep eating. ~ Hugh B Cave,

1408:I hate polite conversation. I hate it when people stand around and go, "Hi, how are you?" I hate words that don't have any reason or meaning. Also I hate it when people smoke in elevators and closed in places. It's just so rude. ~ Madonna Ciccone,

1409:I have a lot of time to smoke a cigar and sit around and do nothing and enjoy life-and wonder and ponder. I need time to think about how to conquer things. I am faced with the challenge of what I will do next and how will I do it. ~ Mark Gonzales,

1410:I only saw fire and chandeliers and smoke. No people. Not the room. Not even a time frame. Do you know how many chandeliers there are in the south wing alone? What was I supposed to do? Tell everyone to avoid chandeliers forever? ~ Amanda Hocking,

1411:I think tobacco and alcohol warnings are too general. They should be more to the point: 'People who smoke will eventually cough up small pieces of lung.'... And 'Warning!! Alcohol will turn you into the same jerk your father was.' ~ George Carlin,

1412:On the day after 9/11, I walking through the smoke and the smells of New York. There were knots of policemen everywhere. As I went past one officer, he called out: "Hi, Magneto." That's an indication of X-Men's extraordinary reach. ~ Ian Mckellen,

1413:Symbols fell from her lips like glowing glimmers of smoke and every star in the sky winked out. Well, that's more extreme than I intended, Nadya thought with a wince. I should've known better than to ask Horz for anything. ~ Emily A Duncan,

1414:Toxins love to get you while you're young. Lead, mercury, secondhand smoke and sundry other environmental nasties do a lot more damage when tissue is immature, vulnerable and growing than when it's mature and comparatively fixed. ~ Jeffrey Kluger,

1415:All of Creation’s a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest. ~ William Shakespeare,

1416:Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet. ~ William Shakespeare,

1417:One day a package of junior-sized tampons was left on my bed along with a pamphlet that looked technical and boring, so I didn't read it. Nothing was ever said to me about the tampons. It was just blind luck I didn't smoke them. ~ Karen Joy Fowler,

1418:You really shouldn’t smoke. It’s bad for your health.” I’m irritated by the attention he’s drawing to us and my fake bad habit, so I fire off an insult. “So are venereal diseases. You don’t hear me lecturing you on your whoriness. ~ Helena Hunting,

1419:Harry did not ask how Dumbledore knew. He had never seen a wizard work things out like this, simply by looking and touching; but Harry had long since learned that bangs and smoke were more often the marks of ineptitude than expertise. ~ J K Rowling,

1420:Hers to be his to be hers ad infinitum, smoke smudging the bell of her throat. To what had been or might've been her thoughts migrated, cloth wall he pressed his hand against, he of the indelicate embrace. ~ Nathaniel Mackey,

1421:He who knows even how to prepare a smoke properly, knows also how to meditate. And he who cannot cook well cannot be a perfect sannyasin. Unless cooking is performed with a pure mind and concentration, the food is not palatable. ~ Swami Vivekananda,

1422:If he really wanted to be happy in the world, Horst? To have any kind of joyful or happy life? He should pay twenty grand to go back to his rapid detox place and then come here and smoke Buddha Haze and stand in a museum all day long. ~ Donna Tartt,

1423:I used to be strong, before my world went up in smoke. It was one of the things I liked best about myself, and I hate how weak I’ve become. I’ve spent the past years just surviving, and I hardly deserve a merit badge for that. ~ Sarah Lyons Fleming,

1424:I want this chimney to smoke worse than Lucifer's own fire. Let's add another brick to be certain. Dougal stiffened. He'd thought they were repairing the chimney, but they wanted it to smoke. What in the hell was going on? ~ Karen Hawkins,

1425:Of course, Mao made his mistakes, because everybody does, but at least he allowed working people to smoke, even in the most trying circumstances, such as when, for one reason or another, they found themselves up before the firing squad. ~ Tony Benn,

1426:The bony figure of Death rides the streets below, stopping his mount now and then to peer into windows. Horns of fire on his head and smoke leaking from his nostrils and, in his skeletal hand, a list of newly charged with addresses. ~ Anthony Doerr,

1427:The rising sun managed to peek around the vast column of smoke that forever rose from Ankh-Morpork, City of Cities, illustrating almost up to the edge of space that smoke means progress or, at least, people setting fire to things. ~ Terry Pratchett,

1428:The words "when you're better" hung between us like smoke from a snuffed candle - what if she wasn't going to get better ? Well, she just had to. I got up and divided the remaining dregs of wine in the bottle between our glasses. ~ Danielle Hawkins,

1429:And on the seventh day, god stepped back and said and said, "This is my creation, perfect in every way... oh, dammit I left all this pot all over the place. Now they'll think I want them to smoke it... Now I have to create Republicans." ~ Bill Hicks,

1430:If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.If you say "No! I don't want it right now," that's when you'll get it for sure. Love will make a way out of no way. Love is an exploding cigar which we willingly smoke. ~ Lynda Barry,

1431:It was just like, "What am I going to do today, in L.A., as an actor? Well, I guess I could go to Seth's [Rogen] apartment and smoke weed and hang out." And that's all we'd do. We'd smoke weed, hang out, play video games, and talk. ~ David Krumholtz,

1432:Oh, I know: If you're fat, let's not blame you, let's sue McDonalds! Oh, for cryin' out loud, hey, if you smoke, not your fault, it's the tobacco company's fault! Hey, if you shoot somebody, not your fault, let's blame the gun industry! ~ Brad Stine,

1433:Pepper Imps-- they make you smoke at the mouth-- and great fat Chocoballs full of strawberry mousse and clotted cream, and really excellent sugar quills, which you can suck in class and just look like you're thinking what to write next ~ J K Rowling,

1434:The wreath of cigarette smoke which curls about the head of the growing lad holds his brain in an iron grip which prevents it from growing and his mind from developing just as surely as the iron shoe does the foot of the Chinese girl. ~ Hudson Maxim,

1435:We know you didn’t make it as a cop. We know you have a small gambling problem and a big drinking problem.” “Actually, it’s vice versa, Mr. Greenwal. But the good news is I don’t smoke. My mother smokes. Now that is a filthy habit. ~ Adam Pepper,

1436:When there is an accident involving fire, in most cases death is caused by the inhalation of the toxic smoke. What we need is air to go to a driver for 45 seconds. I'm surprised that this is not done, and I would make it compulsory. ~ Jackie Stewart,

1437:Your blood reveal your most intimate secrets. Are you dying of leukimia or AIDS? Did you smoke cigarette or drink a glass of wine in the last few hours? Are you prozac because you're depressed, or Viagra because you can't get it up? ~ Tess Gerritsen,

1438:All great movies are about love. Love lost, found, destroyed, regained, bought, sold, dying, and being born. [...] It was about lightning cigarette smoke so it looked like Heavenly Fire and lightning women so they looked like angels ~ Cassandra Clare,

1439:She saw signs of another village in the distance—she smelled smoke and saw the faint glow of something like civilization. But there was nothing for her there. She had to go get Jack now, and anyway, she was safer out here with the wolves. ~ Anne Ursu,

1440:As for me... I'm fine. I have bad dreams, but I never saw Mister Duck again. I play video games. I smoke a little dope. I got my thousand-yard stare. I carry a lot of scares. I like the way that sounds. I carry a lot of scares. ~ Alex Garland,

1441:I don’t know many rules to live by,” he’d said. “But here’s one. It’s simple. Don’t put anything unnecessary into yourself. No poisons or chemicals, no fumes or smoke or alcohol, no sharp objects, no inessential needles—drug or tattoo—and… ~ Anonymous,

1442:I mean, everyone has to calm down sometime. I'll still smoke up and party, but yeah, eventually you gotta settle down and be an adult. But still have fun. Demi's helped me sort of like, understand that down the road it'll just happen. ~ Ashton Kutcher,

1443:Is it the smoke?' the boy said, shivering slightly. 'I've never touched the stuff, myself, but how it claws at one...like a thorn in every one of your fingers, and a string around your heart...and one fees it always. Nagging. Nagging. ~ Eleanor Catton,

1444:It is fitting that yesteryear's swashbuckling newspaper reporter has turned into today's solemn young sobersides nursing a glass of watered white wine after a day of toiling over computer databases in a smoke-free, noise-free newsroom. ~ Russell Baker,

1445:People with too much smoke and complicated tricks and methods in their brains start missing elementary, very elementary things. Persons in the real world can’t afford to miss these things; otherwise they crash the plane. Unlike ~ Nassim Nicholas Taleb,

1446: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. ~ Iain Banks,

1447:Why would I wanna quit? No one likes a quitter and besides,” I take another drag and smile huge so all of my teeth show, “everyone knows guys who smoke are hot and have enormous cocks. You’re just jealous because all the chicks want me. ~ Jenn Cooksey,

1448:And in her long nights, in her long house of smoke and miller's stones, she baked the bread we eat in dreams, strangest loaves, her pies full of anguish and days long dead, her fairy-haunted gingerbread, her cakes wet with tears. ~ Catherynne M Valente,

1449:...and the smoke that creeps off the tip of my cigarette and into the dim, scattered strands of light leaking off the moon, in through the clefts in the curtains, is much like my spirit trying to escape the burn of yesterday's presence. ~ Kellie Elmore,

1450:Did you smoke something this morning and not share?" Jacque rolled her eyes. "Do you really think I have to smoke something to get happy when I wake up next to Fane every morning?" "Okay, point to you," Jen said, waving Jacque off. ~ Quinn Loftis,

1451:Don Jose Avellanos depended very much upon the devotion of his beloved Antonia. He accepted it in the benighted way of men, who, though made in God's image, are like stone idols without sense before the smoke of certain burnt offerings. ~ Joseph Conrad,

1452:If somebody's gonna smoke a joint in their house and not do anybody else any harm, then perhaps there are other things that our cops should be looking at to engage in and try to clean up some of the other problems that we have in society. ~ Sarah Palin,

1453: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,     190 A choking gall and a preserving sweet. ~ William Shakespeare,

1454:Smoke poured from every chimney, for the day was cold. The thought of all those coal-grates and wood-stoves made me wary of fire, for these buildings were little more than tinder and brown paper, putting on airs of architecture. ~ Robert Charles Wilson,

1455:So, while fire and smoke singed the midnight sky, and bells and sirens railed about a kilometre away, we directed our men as they moved the heavy equipment into the new factory. And Krishna and Villu went to work almost at once. ~ Gregory David Roberts,

1456:The other dryads moved across the hillside, enjoying the cool air and the stars in the smoke-free night sky as they gave the Sibyl a tour of her new home. "And here are some rocks," they told her. "And over here, these are more rocks. ~ Rick Riordan,

1457:Yet from almost the first moment factories filled England’s skies with smoke, European intellectuals realized that they had a problem. As problems went, it was not a bad one: they appeared to be taking over the world, but did not know why. ~ Ian Morris,

1458:You know, Curt, there's risk in everything we do. We put on seat bells, but we don't quit driving. We install smoke detectors, but we don't shut off the breaker. We worry about keeping those we love safe, but we don't lock them in a safe. ~ J H Trumble,

1459:You, too, are a fool, earthborn, to trust in demon-kind and to ride on a mare of smoke and night. What demons love they slay in the end, and the gifts of demons are snares. Go nowhere on a horse that fades, for your dreams will betray you. ~ Tanith Lee,

1460:Any man who doesn't partake in cigar smoking is nothing more than a weak-willed, meandering oaf, and I would never put my lips to those of any creature, man or beast, whose lips were not fresh awash in the currents of cigar smoke.' ~ Catherine the Great,

1461:A red-jacketed porter hurried by me with a heavy steamer trunk, and I felt a rushing up of memory. At four, I had stared at the shrinking train that carried my mother away, black smoke rising, distance between us stretching by the moment. ~ Paula McLain,

1462:It's the one thing, a compromise I guess. On network it's the one thing you can't smoke on network. That's one of his character traits. We're working around that. We're trying to get aspects of it in there as much as possible. We'll see. ~ Neil Marshall,

1463:Then she declared loudly, "Smoke break!" and everyone's eyes came to us, some of them shocked seeing as these days you could light up a doobie and no one would blink but if you lit up a smoke, you courted being publicly stoned to death. ~ Kristen Ashley,

1464:Then she declared loudly, “Smoke break!” and everyone’s eyes came to us, some of them shocked seeing as these days you could light up a doobie and no one would blink but if you lit up a smoke, you courted being publicly stoned to death. ~ Kristen Ashley,

1465:Well, it certainly is nice to be free from the threat of that lamp, my boy.” Chains drew a last breath of smoke, then rubbed his dwindling sheaf of tobacco out against the roof stones. “Was it informing for the duke? Plotting to murder us? ~ Scott Lynch,

1466:You’re a—you’re a—” Say it, boy. Demon of fire. Monster of smoke. Devil of sand and ash. Servant of Nardukha, Daughter of Ambadya, the Nameless, the Faceless, the Limitless. Slave of the Lamp. Jinni. “. . . a girl!” he finishes. ~ Jessica Khoury,

1467:At last she said, "Them Burdicks isn't worth the powder and shot to blow them up. They're like a pack of hound dogs. They'll chase livestock, suck eggs, and lick the skillet. And steal? They'd steal a hot stove and come back for the smoke. ~ Richard Peck,

1468:Did you ever see Cheech and Chong's Up in Smoke? That's what happens if you really smoke weed and make a movie. You get two guys and no plot and it's basically like, 'Yeah! Let's drive a van made of weed!' And that's pretty much the movie. ~ James Franco,

1469:He lighted a cigarette, and in the curling smoke of it caught visions of his English mother, and wondered if she would understand how her son could love a woman who cried because she could not be skipper of a schooner in the cannibal isles. ~ Jack London,

1470:Here in the United States, we're consumed by our love of money and status. We think bigger is better, and if we can just get that promotion, all will be well with our souls. There's one fatal flaw to this mindset: it's all smoke and mirrors. ~ Jen Lilley,

1471:In that instant she knew what it must feel like to cross a river into a foreign country, and then set fire to the bridge behind you, and stand on the riverbank, watching and breathing deeply as your only chance of retreat went up in smoke. ~ Stephen King,

1472:Quite amazing, isn’t it, Mister Lipwig?’ he said cheerfully through the smoke. ‘Though isn’t it a pity that they can only run on rails? I can’t imagine what the world would be like if everyone had their own steam locomotive. Abominable. ~ Terry Pratchett,

1473:The reason we all need a mutton alert, which needs constant testing, like smoke alarms, is because there is really no such thing as age-appropriate dressing any longer, as I know because my wardrobe is interchangeable with my daughter's. ~ Rachel Johnson,

1474:The very lack of evidence is thus treated as evidence; the absence of smoke proves that the fire is very carefully hidden...A belief in invisible cats cannot be logically disproved although it does tell us a good deal about those who hold it. ~ C S Lewis,

1475:Doray may be rather superstitious but she is a good Catholic, and I hate to destroy anyone’s faith. Pure intuitive faith differs as much from fanaticism as fire from smoke, or music from mere noise; those who confuse the two are like the deaf. ~ Jos Rizal,

1476:If an American teenager were to come to Lahore, they'd have wildly different experiences depending on whom they met. They could party and get drunk and smoke hashish with some, while others would say, "Let's get some religious instruction." ~ Mohsin Hamid,

1477:There are those people who can eat one piece of chocolate, one piece of cake, drink one glass of wine. There are even people who smoke one or two cigarettes a week. And then there are people for whom one of anything is not even an option. ~ Abigail Thomas,

1478: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. ~ Ian Fleming,

1479:The smoke shifted direction and I breathed in. Breathed out. On the inhale I was angry. On the exhale…there it was again. Fear. The fear made me angry and the anger made me afraid and I wasn’t sure who he was anymore. Or who I was. ~ Laurie Halse Anderson,

1480:We didn't see what happen when Marines fired M-16s... We didn't see what happened after mortars landed, only the puff of smoke. There were horrors that were completely left out of this war. So was this journalism? Or was this coverage? ~ Ashleigh Banfield,

1481:You'd think God would come right out and tell us what to do in the Bible, but He doesn't. He mostly tells stories, and He rarely stops the story to say what the point is. He just lets the characters and conflict hang in the air like smoke. ~ Donald Miller,

1482:I almost told her everything right then. I wanted to tell her about the Wolves, and how I was supposed to hate them, but when you spend your days with evil, some of it is bound to soak into your clothes, like cigar smoke in a closed room. ~ Neal Shusterman,

1483:I don't smoke but I keep a match box in my pocket, when my heart slips towards sin, I burn the matchstick and heat my palm with it, then say to myself, "Ali you can't even bear this heat, how would you bear the unbearable heat of hellfire?" ~ Muhammad Ali,

1484:At school, I couldn't help but grin. At home, something ripped under my skin when I smiled, trying to pretend that everything was fine. Deadly moods lurked in a purple-white haze, smoke clinging to the curtains, turning stale overnight. ~ Andrea Ashworth,

1485:It wasn't sarcasm." Graves blew out a cloud of acrid smoke. "It was pointing out a fallacy in your logic, babe." Anna's jaw actually dropped. For a moment, I wasn't sure if I should laugh or push him out of the room. Way to go, Graves. ~ Lilith Saintcrow,

1486:My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns;Love is the fire and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns;The fuel Justice layeth on, and Mercy blows the coals;The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defiled souls. ~ Robert Southwell,

1487:My problem is that I want to smoke the cigar and for someone else to light it. I want to blow out smoke. Like a volcano. Like a monster. I want to fume. I do not want to be the girl whose job it is to wail in a high-pitched voice at funerals. ~ Deborah Levy,

1488:A journalist named C. E. Meade, a nephew of George Gordon Meade, claimed Grant puffed on his last cigar while visiting a horse farm in Goshen, New York. “Gentlemen,” Grant announced to his companions, “this is the last cigar I shall ever smoke. ~ Ron Chernow,

1489:It exasperated her sometimes. The way men could be so sure of themselves. They put words together like sheds or shelves and you could stand on them they were so solid. And those feelings which overwhelmed you in the small hours turned to smoke. ~ Mark Haddon,

1490:Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. ~ William Shakespeare,

1491:The pale whiteness of her upturned face as she choked on the smoke; the tangled length of her hair as she tried to shake the flames from it; the beauty of her cherry-blossom robe as it burst into flame: it was all so cruel, so terrible! ~ Ry nosuke Akutagawa,

1492:When it comes to our health, there are essentially four things under our control: the decision not to smoke, a commitment to exercise, the quality of our diet, and our level of optimism. And optimism is at least as beneficial as the others. ~ Martin Seligman,

1493:After that, the Jinni was rarely without tobacco and rolling papers. He appreciated the taste of the tobacco, and the warmth of the smoke in his body. But to the puzzlement of all who stopped him on the street to ask, he never carried matches. ~ Helene Wecker,

1494:Around then Jade happened by again. “Thought that was you,” Doc said, “though we ain’t exactly been wallerin in eye contact. Got your note at the office, but why’d you go runnin away like that? we could’ve hung out, you know, smoke some shit. ~ Thomas Pynchon,

1495:The Forest that had been about her all her life, certain as a mountain, was made ashes. The high gable that had stood for two hundred years fallen in ruin. Throvenland was torn apart like smoke on the wind. Nowhere would be safe, ever again. ~ Joe Abercrombie,

1496:There was a mountain man guy there on Friday." I fired up the laptop. "I, like, wanted to have his children and shave his face but also feel his mustache sanding my balls and have him teach me how to smoke venison. I was a bounty of contradictions. ~ J A Rock,

1497:Every life starts with the same beginning and ends with the same end. The rest is the story, even if you don't understand it, even if you aren't sure which parts are true and which parts are your brain trying to make sense out of smoke. ~ Maria Dahvana Headley,

1498:He held the sandwich in his right hand, a cigarette in his left, alternating between the two. When witness to this, I always hoped that in error he would take a bite of the cigarette or attempt to smoke the sandwich, but he never became confused. ~ Dean Koontz,

1499:I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke. ~ Chuck Palahniuk,

1500:Researchers have found that the way people feel about the stress in their lives is a far more powerful predictor of their general health—whether they're more likely to be depressed, anxious, smoke cigarettes, or overeat—than any other measure. ~ Brigid Schulte,

  151 Poetry
   56 Integral Yoga
   55 Fiction
   32 Occultism
   25 Yoga
   18 Christianity
   17 Philosophy
   12 Psychology
   8 Mythology
   6 Mysticism
   5 Philsophy
   3 Islam
   3 Baha i Faith
   2 Science
   1 Zen
   1 Thelema
   1 Integral Theory
   1 Hinduism
   1 Buddhism
   1 Alchemy


   33 H P Lovecraft
   28 Sri Aurobindo
   25 William Wordsworth
   25 Sri Ramakrishna
   25 Percy Bysshe Shelley
   23 Walt Whitman
   23 The Mother
   19 Nolini Kanta Gupta
   14 James George Frazer
   13 Satprem
   11 Robert Browning
   11 Aleister Crowley
   10 Carl Jung
   8 Lucretius
   7 Friedrich Nietzsche
   6 Saint Augustine of Hippo
   6 Friedrich Schiller
   5 William Butler Yeats
   5 Ralph Waldo Emerson
   5 Ovid
   5 Jorge Luis Borges
   5 John Keats
   5 Anonymous
   4 Saint John of Climacus
   4 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
   3 Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
   3 Nirodbaran
   3 Muhammad
   3 Joseph Campbell
   3 Jordan Peterson
   3 Jalaluddin Rumi
   3 Baha u llah
   3 A B Purani
   2 Peter J Carroll
   2 Henry David Thoreau


   33 Lovecraft - Poems
   25 Wordsworth - Poems
   25 Shelley - Poems
   24 The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
   22 Whitman - Poems
   14 The Golden Bough
   11 Browning - Poems
   9 The Bible
   8 Of The Nature Of Things
   7 Magick Without Tears
   7 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 07
   6 Thus Spoke Zarathustra
   6 Schiller - Poems
   5 Yeats - Poems
   5 The Divine Comedy
   5 Metamorphoses
   5 Keats - Poems
   5 Emerson - Poems
   4 The Ladder of Divine Ascent
   4 Questions And Answers 1956
   4 Prayers And Meditations
   4 Labyrinths
   4 Faust
   4 Collected Poems
   4 City of God
   4 Aion
   4 Agenda Vol 03
   4 5.1.01 - Ilion
   3 Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo
   3 The Synthesis Of Yoga
   3 The Secret Doctrine
   3 The Hero with a Thousand Faces
   3 The Confessions of Saint Augustine
   3 The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious
   3 Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness
   3 Quran
   3 Maps of Meaning
   3 Hymns to the Mystic Fire
   3 Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo
   3 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 05
   3 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02
   2 Walden
   2 The Secret Of The Veda
   2 The Book of Certitude
   2 Savitri
   2 Rumi - Poems
   2 Questions And Answers 1953
   2 Mysterium Coniunctionis
   2 Liber Null
   2 Liber ABA
   2 Kena and Other Upanishads
   2 Essays On The Gita
   2 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 04
   2 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01
   2 Beating the Cloth Drum Letters of Zen Master Hakuin

00.03 - Upanishadic Symbolism, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga    TheChhandyogya12 gives a whole typal scheme of this universal reality and explains how to realise it and what are the results of the experience. The Universal Brahman means the cosmic movement, the cyclic march of things and events taken in its global aspect. The typical movement that symbolises and epitomises the phenomenon, embodies the truth, is that of the sun. The movement consists of five stages which are called the fivefold sma Sma means the equal Brahman that is ever present in all, the Upanishad itself says deriving the word from sama It is Sma also because it is a rhythmic movement, a cadencea music of the spheres. And a rhythmic movement, in virtue of its being a wave, consists of these five stages: (i) the start, (ii) the rise, (iii) the peak, (iv) the decline and (v) the fall. Now the sun follows this curve and marks out the familiar divisions of the day: dawn, forenoon, noon, afternoon and sunset. Sometimes two other stages are added, one at each end, one of preparation and another of final lapse the twilights with regard to the sun and then ,we have seven instead of five smas Like the Sun, the Fire that is to say, the sacrificial Firecan also be seen in its fivefold cyclic movement: (i) the lighting, (ii) the Smoke, (iii) the flame, (iv) smouldering and finally (v) extinction the fuel as it is rubbed to produce the fire and the ashes may be added as the two supernumerary stages. Or again, we may take the cycle of five seasons or of the five worlds or of the deities that control these worlds. The living wealth of this earth is also symbolised in a quintetgoat and sheep and cattle and horse and finally man. Coming to the microcosm, we have in man the cycle of his five senses, basis of all knowledge and activity. For the macrocosm, to I bring out its vast extra-human complexity, the Upanishad refers to a quintet, each term of which is again a trinity: (i) the threefold Veda, the Divine Word that is the origin of creation, (ii) the three worlds or fieldsearth, air-belt or atmosphere and space, (iii) the three principles or deities ruling respectively these worldsFire, Air and Sun, (iv) their expressions, emanations or embodimentsstars and birds and light-rays, and finally, (v) the original inhabitants of these worldsto earth belong the reptiles, to the mid-region the Gandharvas and to heaven the ancient Fathers.    Now, this is the All, the Universal. One has to realise it and possess in one's consciousness. And that can be done only in one way: one has to identify oneself with it, be one with it, become it. Thus by losing one's individuality one lives the life universal; the small lean separate life is enlarged and moulded in the rhythm of the Rich and the Vast. It is thus that man shares in the consciousness and energy that inspire and move and sustain the cosmos. The Upanishad most emphatically enjoins that one must not decry this cosmic godhead or deny any of its elements, not even such as are a taboo to the puritan mind. It is in and through an unimpaired global consciousness that one attains the All-Life and lives uninterruptedly and perennially: Sarvamanveti jyok jvati.

0.00 - The Book of Lies Text, #The Book of Lies, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy      Smoke, as mist at sunset upon the marsh-lands.     "And in the midst of the moon-pool of silver was the

01.13 - T. S. Eliot: Four Quartets, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga    My days have crackled and gone up in Smoke,5    or,

0 1958-09-16 - OM NAMO BHAGAVATEH, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen    Each time this music is played, it produces exactly the same effect upon the body. It is strange, as if all the cells were dilating, with a feeling that the body is growing larger It becomes all dilated, as if swollen with lightwith force, a lot of force. And this music seems to form spirals, like luminous ribbons of incense Smoke, white (not transparent, literally white) and they rise up and up. I always see the same thing; it begins in the form of a vase, then swells like an amphora and converges higher up to blossom forth like a flower.    So for these mantras, everything depends upon what you want to do with them. I am in favor of a short mantra, especially if you want to make both numerous and spontaneous repetitionsone or two words, three at most. Because you must be able to use them in all cases, when an accident is about to happen, for example. It has to spring up without thinking, without calling: it should issue forth from the being spontaneously, like a reflex, exactly like a reflex. Then the mantra has its full force.

0 1962-03-06, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga    You know, all those little rules were enjoined to follow: Above all, dont do that; and be sure to do this, dont forget that. Like ablutions, for instance, or attitudes, or what to eattheres no dearth of them. A mountain of dos and dontsall completely swept away! And swept away to the point where sometimes a rule, something highly recommended (Be sure to do this, be careful to do thatan attitude or an action) becomes an obstacle. I hardly dare say it, but one example is having a regular schedulealways making ablutions at the same hour, always doing japa in the same manner and so on. And I am perfectly aware that Sri Aurobindo himself puts all sorts of trivial obstacles in my wayobstacles I could hurdle with a single second of reflection; he sets them up as if in play. Do you remember the aphorism where he says he was quarreling with the Lord and the Lord made him fall in the mud?2 Thats just what I feel. He puts a stick in my spokes and laughs. So I say, All right, thats enough, I dont give a hoot! Ill do whatever You want, its not my problem; I can do it or not do it, do it this way or that. It has all gone up in Smoke now.    What has become constant, though. I shouldnt say it, because its going to get me into trouble again! But anyway, whats trying to be constant is DISCRIMINATION: taking all circumstances, vibrations, relationships, what comes from the people around me, what responds, and putting each in its proper place. A second-to-second discrimination. I know where things are coming from, why they come, their effect, where theyre going to lead me, and so on. Its growing more and more frequent, constant, automaticlike a state of being.   --    You can lie down on a mat, look at a flower or a patch of sky if theres any to see; if need be (teasingly), Smoke a cigarette to keep yourself busy, and just stay like that, relaxed. And if you do your pranayama along with this relaxation you will notice yourself growing extremely strongstoring, storing, storing up energies. And then if you have to make an effort, theres nothing to itits as easy as pie.    Its that old habit, the old fear of being lazy. It took me. But Sri Aurobindo cured me of that rather quickly. Thats how it was before I met him. And thats the first thing he did: he gave me a tap on the head, and all activity ceasedtotal silence, all mental constructions and habits swept away in the blink of an eye.

0 1962-06-06, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga    For example, just now I was sitting and waiting for you. When I have nothing to do I cant stay one second without immediately turning withininstead of the consciousness being turned outside, its turned within and well, I noticed that the body, which was sitting and waiting, had the feeling of going into something woolly, rounded, soft. And in both cases I was motionless. I was simply sitting here waiting. Its like going from something crisp, clear, precise (forget about thought or vision: this is pure sensation), from something crisp, precise, defined, into something soft, mellow like a light white Smokenot milky white, but soft, transparent and oh, such peace. As if nothing in the world could resist that peace.    It happened in a split second: I was sitting, waiting for you, thinking you were about to come; but the door wasnt opening, so automatically the body went like this (inward-turning gesture). And since it happened so suddenly, I noticed the difference in the way the body felt. What it normally feels is a formidable willvery tranquil, very peaceful, free of tension or agitation, yet so direct and clear, concentrated (not concentrated: coagulated) that it is almost hard. And thats what controls the body, thats what the body obeys. And when thats not there, its the other state: smooth, mellow, soft, woolly and what peace! As if nothing in the world could disturb it.

0 1962-07-21, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga    Then look at India. Except for some solitary giants, everywhere there is your simple man, that is, the average man who does not want to think and cannot think, who has not the least Shakti but only a temporary excitement. In India, you want the simple thought, the easy word. In Europe they want the deep thought, the deep word; there even an ordinary laborer or artisan thinks, wants to know, is not satisfied with surface things but wants to go behind. But there is still this difference: there is a fatal limitation in the strength and thought of Europe. When it comes into the spiritual field, its thought-power can no longer move ahead. There Europe sees everything as riddlenebulous metaphysics, yogic hallucination. They rub their eyes as in Smoke and can see nothing clear. Still, some effort is being made in Europe to surmount even this limitation. We already have the spiritual sensewe owe it to our forefa thersand whoever has that sense has at his disposal such Knowledge and Shakti as with one breath might blow away all the huge power of Europe like a blade of grass. But to get that Shakti one must be a worshiper of Shakti. We are not worshipers of Shakti. We are worshipers of the easy way. But Shakti is not to be had by the easy way. Our forefa thers dived into a sea of vast thought and gained a vast Knowledge and established a mighty civilization. As they went on in their way, fatigue and weariness came upon them. The force of thought diminished and with it also the strong current of Shakti. Our civilization has become an achalayatana [prison], our religion a bigotry of externals, our spirituality a faint glimmer of light or a momentary wave of religious intoxication. And so long as this sort of thing continues, any permanent resurgence of India is improbable    In Bengal this weakness has gone to the extreme. The Bengali has a quick intelligence, emotional capacity and intuition. He is foremost in India in all these qualities. All of them are necessary but they do not suffice. If to these there were added depth of thought, calm strength, heroic courage and a capacity for and pleasure in prolonged labor, the Bengali might be a leader not only of India, but of mankind. But he does not want that, he wants to get things done easily, to get knowledge without thinking, the fruits without labor, siddhi by an easy sadhana [discipline]. His stock is the excitement of the emotional mind. But excess of emotion, empty of knowledge, is the very symptom of the malady. In the end it brings about fatigue and inertia. The country has been constantly and gradually going down. The life-power has ebbed away. What has the Bengali come to in his own country? He cannot get enough food to eat or clothes to wear, there is lamentation on all sides, his wealth, his trade and commerce, his lands, his very agriculture have begun to pass into the hands of others. We have abandoned the sadhana of Shakti and Shakti has abandoned us. We do the sadhana of Love, but where Knowledge and Shakti are not, there Love does not remain, there narrowness and littleness come, and in a little and narrow mind there is no place for Love. Where is Love in Bengal? There is more quarreling, jealousy, mutual dislike, misunderstanding and faction there than anywhere else even in India which is so much afflicted by division.

0 1962-09-05, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga    I was lying on my chaise longue in concentration when all at once I found myself in my friend Zs house. He and several others were playing music. I could see everything very clearly, even more clearly than in the physical, and I moved around very quickly, unimpeded. I stayed there watching for a while, and even tried to attract their attention, but they were unaware of me. Then suddenly something pulled me, a sort of instinct: I must go back. I felt pain in my throat. I remember that to get out of their room, which was all closed except for one small opening high up, my form seemed to vaporize (because I still had a form, though unlike our material onemore luminous, less opaque), and I went out like Smoke through the open window. Then I found myself back in my room, next to my body, and I saw that my head was twisted and rigid against the cushion, and I was having trouble breathing. I wanted to get into my body: impossible. So I became afraid. I entered through the legs, and when I reached the knees I seemed to bounce back out; two, three times like that: the consciousness rose and then bounced back out like a spring. If I could only tip over this stool, I thought (there was a small stool under my feet), the noise would wake me up! But nothing doing. And I was breathing more and more heavily. I was terribly afraid. Suddenly I remembered Mother and cried out, Mother! Mother! and found myself back in my body, awake, with a stiff neck.    (Mother laughs and laughs.)

0 1963-12-14, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga    Its obviously somewhere where he explains transformation. The bodys cells must burn with the divine Flame. And you feel ityou FEEL it. Its when they begin to be aflame, to burn with a flame that is clearer and clearer, purer and purerwhen all the Smoke is gone.    ***

0 1964-02-05, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga    Thats right! That angler you need to be an enthusiast to fish in the Seine! (Mother laughs) You see boats passing by in black Smoke and the chap unruffled with his fishing rod. Thats it: shut up in his dreamDream Paris! He must be thinking he is sitting by a little brook in the middle of the countryside.    ***

0 1965-06-14, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga    I must tell you that I was born in a family in which nobody Smoked: my father had never Smoked and neither had his brothersanyway, no one Smoked. So since my early childhood, I hadnt been used to others smoking. Later, when I lived with artists Artists Smoke, of course (it seems it gives them inspiration!), but I detested the smell. I didnt say anything because I didnt want to be unpleasant, but I detested it. Then I came hereSri Aurobindo Smoked. He Smoked deliberately, he Smoked in order to say: one can do the yoga while smoking, I say one can Smoke and do the yoga, and I Smoke. And he Smoked. And naturally all the disciples Smoked, since Sri Aurobindo Smoked. For some time, I even gave them pocket money so they could buy cigars (they Smoked cigarsit was ghastly!). Then I came to live in Sri Aurobindos house, we spoke freely, and one day I told him, How awful the smell of Smoke is! (laughing) Its disgusting! So he said to me, Oh, you dont like the smell? Oh, no! I said, Not only that, but I had to make a yogic effort to stop it from making me feel sick! The next day, he had stopped. It was over, he never Smoked again. That was kind. It wasnt on principle, it was because he didnt want to impose the smell on me. But I had never said anything: it was simply because he asked me just like that, while talking, so I told him. And when he stopped smoking, everyone had to stop toosmoking wasnt allowed anymore, since he didnt Smoke anymore.    No, for those who dont Smoke (laughing), others Smoke is very    But it was the same thing for food, meat and so on. For a long time we ate meat; it was even very funny. Pavitra was a strict vegetarian when he came, and at the time, not only were we not vegetarian but the chickens were killed in the courtyard (!) and (laughing) Pavitra had the room right next to the kitchen the chickens used to be killed under his nose! Oh, poor Pavitra! Then it stopped for a very simple reason (not at all on principle): feeding people with meat is far costlier than being vegetarian! It meant complications. I was personally vegetarian out of tasteeverything is out of taste, not on principle. I became vegetarian at the beginning of the century, oh, a long time ago (yes, it must have been more than sixty years ago), because in my childhood I was forced to eat meat, and it disgusted me (not the idea: it was the taste I didnt like, it disgusted me!) and the doctor said I should be given pickles and all sorts of things to mask the taste. So as soon as I was independent and free, I said, Finished! (laughing) Ah, no! I wont eat meat anymorenot as a rule, since now and then I still take foie gras (thats not vegetarian!) and for a long time I went on eating crayfish or lobster, things like thatno rules, oh, for heavens sake no rules, but taste. But as you said earlier,4 its complications, thats exactly how I felt. And when I moved to this room (you know that they stuck me in bed for I dont know how long I cant manage to find out how long, no one wants to tell me), and when I started eating again, the doctor made me take chicken bouillon; but for that chicken bouillon they had to assassinate one chicken a daythey assassinated one chicken every day for me to have my chicken bouillon. Then, when the hot season came, they told me that the chickens were sick (the heat make them sick) and that, after all, maybe it wasnt so good to eat sick-chicken soup! So I said, Stop it, do stop it! And once I had stopped, ah, my heart was glad: Now (laughing) we dont assassinate chickens anymore! So I said, Finished, we wont do it again. But as it happens, its precisely during that time that I put on two kilos (at the time the doctor used to take my weight), and he said, See, you have put on weight! I told him, But I am not keen to put on weight!

0 1967-07-08, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga    Coils of incense that burn slowly while releasing a very fragrant Smoke.    ***

0 1968-03-02, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga    As to the young delegates, it was somewhat mixed: those who came spontaneously from their country or were recruited by UNESCO were quite decent; but then, in Delhi, they were recruited almost through propaganda (many came from the embassies there), and that was some were dubious. Some Smoke, one even got so drunk that But still, when they were assembled together, they behaved decently. And one of thema Czechoslovakno longer wants to go! In any case he said he would wait as long as necessary, but that before going he wanted to see me.    But one can seeone can clearly see how the Force and the Grace work through everything.

02.01 - The World-Stair, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga     Across the thick Smoke of earth's ignorance     A Mind began to see and look at forms

03.12 - The Spirit of Tapasya, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 03, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga    One seems not to know that the devil cannot be so easily checkmated or beguiled. For, indeed, it is easy for the body to take punishment, to submit to all kinds of rigours, yet feel as if it was making ample amends and atonement in that way rather than really give up its aboriginal instincts and impulses. Often one deceives oneself, succeeds in hiding, in secretly preserving one's unsaintliness behind a Smoke-screen of the utmost physical tapasya.    Real Tapasya, however, is not in relation to the body and its comforts and discomforts; it is in relation to the inner being, the consciousness and its directives and movements. Tapasya, austerity, consists in reacting to the downward pull of the ordinary consciousness, turning and attuning it to the rhythm of higher levels. To oppose the force of gravitation, to move ceaselessly towards purer and luminous heights of being and consciousness, that is Tapasya, Askesis, true asceticism.

05.02 - Of the Divine and its Help, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga    There is a Power that is not grim and violent, but smiling and translucent and yet irresistible. It does not give out heat and soot but radiates a soothing and persuasive clarity. It is not the Fire of our earth that burns and bruises, Smokes and crackles-it is something like the serene and silent luminousness, the steady and unaging radiance of the distant stars that energises the cosmic symphony.    All activity should carry with it a sense of repose. Doing everything you must feel as if you were doing nothing-even while most energetic, know how to be perfectly at rest.

05.06 - Physics or philosophy, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga    What is the world that we see really like? Is it mental, is it material? This is a question, we know, philosophers are familiar with, and they have answered and are still answering, each in his own way, taking up one side or other of the antinomy. There is nothing new or uncommon in that. The extraordinary novelty comes in when we see today even scientists forced to tackle the problem, give an answer to it,scientists who used to smile at philosophers, because they seemed to assault seriously the windmills of abstract notions and airy concepts, instead of reposing on the terra firmaof reality. The tables are turned now. The scientists have had to start the same business the terra firmaon which they stood as on the securest rock of ages is slipping away under their feet and fast vanishing into Smoke and thin air. Not only that, it is discovered today that the scientist has always been a philosopher,' without his knowledgea crypto-philosopher,only he has become conscious of it at last. And furthermirabile dictum!many a scientist is busy demonstrating that the scientist is, in his essence, a philosopher of the Idealist school!    Physical Science in the nineteenth century did indeed develop or presuppose a philosophy of its own; it had, that is to say, a definite outlook on the fundamental quality of things and the nature of the universe. Those were days of its youthful self-confidence and unbending assurance. The view was, as is well-known, materialistic and deterministic. That is to say, all observation and experiment, according to it, demonstrated and posited:

05.34 - Light, more Light, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga    Let us explain. Man is not as ignorant and helpless as he seems to be, as he would himself consider to be. There is in him always a spark, under the ashes, as it were, a perfect freedom behind the faade of a network of bondages, not dead or dormant but biding the time, to come out and be active on the surface. The spark is the light that directs to the right and warns against the wrong; the freedom is the choice to do the right and avoid the wrong. It is just a point of perception, just a flash of awareness, but net and clear: it is there, you have only to notice it. It does not give the why or the whither of the rightness: it is a simple declaration presented to you, for you to do what you like with it: to ignore or to profit by. Usually we do not pay attention to it: our attention is diverted towards another direction and other things. Our environment, our education, our domestic and social influences, even a good part of our own nature demand of us other ways of living and inhibit the spontaneous inherent light of the consciousness. Even so, if we care to look at it, if we sincerely turn round and ask for it, we will find it still there the flame behind the Smoke, the queen in the harem, the deity in the sanctum. What is required is just a straight look and not the crooked wink we are accustomed to. The first attempts will necessarily mean a little fumbling, but if you mean what you do, you will find your vision getting clearer. It is our own disinclination that weaves the cobweb of ignorance around the truth. Otherwise, an unsophisticated consciousness, a consciousness which is not vitiatedmore often by nurture than by naturecan always feel the presence of the truth and is directly aware of it.    A blinded misdirected mind, if it wakes up at any time and looks about for the truth sincerelywe insist upon the conditioncan recognise it, learn to trace it by certain indications it always leaves behind in the consciousness. A touch of the truth, a step towards it will be always accompanied by a sense of relief, of peace, of a serene happiness and unconditional freedom. These things are felt not as something gross and superficial affecting your outer life and situation, but pertaining to the depth of your being, concerning your inmost fibreit is nothing else but just the sense of light, as if you are at last out of the dark. A right movement brings you that feeling; and whenever you have that feeling you know that there has been the right movement. On the contrary, with a wrong movement you are ill at ease. You may say that a hardened criminal is never ill at ease; perhaps, but only after a great deal of hardening. The criminal was not always a criminal I am speaking of a human being, not a born hostilehe must have started some-where the downward incline. The distinction of the right and the wrong must have been presented to his consciousness and the choice was freely his. Afterwards one gets bound to one's Karma and its chain.

09.15 - How to Listen, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 04, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga    Now, to understand a teaching which is not altogether of a material kind, which implies an opening to things that are within, the necessity of silence is all the greater. But if instead of listening to what is said, you jumped about for an idea in order to put another question or if you started arguing about the things said under the specious pretext of understanding better, all that you heard would pass like Smoke without leaving an effect.    In the same way, when you have an experience, as long as it lasts, do not try to understand what it means; if you do that, it vanishes, or you deform and disfigure it, taking away all its purity. In the same way also if you want a spiritual experience to enter into you, you must have a brain absolutely quiet and immobile, like a mirror which not only reflects but absorbs, allows the ray to enter and penetrate deep within so that out of the profundities of your consciousness it may rise up one day or other in the form of knowledge.

10.04 - The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   Chasing like Smoke from a red funnel driven,   The forced creations of an ignorant Mind:

1.00 - Main, #The Book of Certitude, #Baha u llah, #Baha i   It hath been forbidden you to Smoke opium. We, truly, have prohibited this practice through a most binding interdiction in the Book. Should anyone partake thereof, assuredly he is not of Me. Fear God, O ye endued with understanding!

1.012 - Sublimation - A Way to Reshuffle Thought, #The Study and Practice of Yoga, #Swami Krishnananda, #Yoga   Another way of dealing with a desire is substitution instead of giving it one thing, we give it another thing. If we have a craving to Smoke a cigar, we drink a strong cup of coffee instead; some milder substance is given. Or if a child is crying and throwing a tantrum, demanding a knife that we are holding, for good reason we will not give the knife to the child, so we will substitute another thing such as a sweetmeat or a toy for the knife, saying, "My dear child, this is not a good thing. I will give you something better." Instead of a knife, we give a toy. We substitute one thing for the other thing that was asked for. This is a better way, of course, than suppression, though it is not a complete solution. Merely because we have diverted the course of the river from one direction to another, it does not mean that the intensity of its flow has ceased.   The third way to handle desire, which is the only effective course, is sublimation. Sublimation is the only technique to be adopted. Sublimation means boiling, melting and transforming the desire into a new substance altogether. The desire is no longer a desire; it has become something else. The shape of the desire has changed, and it has now become something quite different from what it was. This is the most difficult of all the techniques of self-control. The emotions are the motive power behind our thoughts, will and actions. Whatever we do is generally driven from behind by an emotion, like a dynamo, and this emotion is connected with desire. The desire is inseparable from an emotion. An emotion need not necessarily be a kind of upheaval of feeling. That upheaval is felt only when the desire is very intense. Otherwise, it is like a mild ripple on the surface of a lake. When it becomes very intense it is like a strong wave on the ocean, throwing everything hither and thither nevertheless, it is an emotion.

1.01 - BOOK THE FIRST, #Metamorphoses, #Ovid, #Poetry   Neglected altars must no longer Smoke,   If none were left to worship, and invoke.

1.01 - Economy, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy   When we consider what, to use the words of the catechism, is the chief end of man, and what are the true necessaries and means of life, it appears as if men had deliberately chosen the common mode of living because they preferred it to any other. Yet they honestly think there is no choice left. But alert and healthy natures remember that the sun rose clear. It is never too late to give up our prejudices. No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof. What everybody echoes or in silence passes by as true to-day may turn out to be falsehood to-morrow, mere Smoke of opinion, which some had trusted for a cloud that would sprinkle fertilizing rain on their fields. What old people say you cannot do you try and find that you can. Old deeds for old people, and new deeds for new. Old people did not know enough once, perchance, to fetch fresh fuel to keep the fire a-going; new people put a little dry wood under a pot, and are whirled round the globe with the speed of birds, in a way to kill old people, as the phrase is. Age is no better, hardly so well, qualified for an instructor as youth, for it has not profited so much as it has lost.   One may almost doubt if the wisest man has learned any thing of absolute value by living. Practically, the old have no very important advice to give the young, their own experience has been so partial, and their lives have been such miserable failures, for private reasons, as they must believe; and it may be that they have some faith left which belies that experience, and they are only less young than they were. I have lived some thirty years on this planet, and I have yet to hear the first syllable of valuable or even earnest advice from my seniors. They have told me nothing, and probably cannot tell me any thing to the purpose. Here is life, an experiment to a great extent untried by me; but it does not avail me that they have tried it. If I have any experience which I think valuable, I am sure to reflect that this my   --   Such is the universal law, which no man can ever outwit, and with regard to the railroad even we may say it is as broad as it is long. To make a railroad round the world available to all mankind is equivalent to grading the whole surface of the planet. Men have an indistinct notion that if they keep up this activity of joint stocks and spades long enough all will at length ride somewhere, in next to no time, and for nothing; but though a crowd rushes to the depot, and the conductor shouts All aboard! when the Smoke is blown away and the vapor condensed, it will be perceived that a few are riding, but the rest are run over, and it will be called, and will be, A melancholy accident.   No doubt they can ride at last who shall have earned their fare, that is, if they survive so long, but they will probably have lost their elasticity and desire to travel by that time. This spending of the best part of ones life earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable part of it, reminds me of the   --   Bread I at first made of pure Indian meal and salt, genuine hoe-cakes, which I baked before my fire out of doors on a shingle or the end of a stick of timber sawed off in building my house; but it was wont to get Smoked and to have a piny flavor. I tried flour also; but have at last found a mixture of rye and Indian meal most convenient and agreeable.   In cold weather it was no little amusement to bake several small loaves of this in succession, tending and turning them as carefully as an

1.01 - NIGHT, #Faust, #Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #Poetry   In Smoke and mould the fleshless dead   And bones of beasts surround me yet!

1.01 - On renunciation of the world, #The Ladder of Divine Ascent, #Saint John of Climacus, #unset   The man who renounces the world from fear is like burning incense, that begins with fragrance but ends in Smoke. He who leaves the world through hope of reward is like a millstone, that always moves in the same way.3 But he who withdraws from the world out of love for God has obtained fire at the very outset; and, like fire set to fuel, it soon kindles a larger fire.   Some build bricks upon stones. Others set pillars on the bare ground. And there are some who go a short distance and, having got their muscles and joints warm, go faster. Whoever can understand, let him understand this allegorical word.

1.01 - The Highest Meaning of the Holy Truths, #The Blue Cliff Records, #Yuanwu Keqin, #Zen   When you see Smoke on the other side of a mountain, you al   ready know there's a fire; when you see horns on the other side

1.01 - The Unexpected, #Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo, #Nirodbaran, #Integral Yoga   The morning meal however was stopped very soon, since it was too early for his appetite. Here I must mention a minor but interesting episode about tea. It was a well-known fact that Sri Aurobindo was fond of a daily cup of tea. The accident had upset that long standing habit. Now the question was taken up. Dr. Manilal proposed that Sri Aurobindo should take a cup of marmite during the day as well as tea. Sri Aurobindo would not take both. I do not remember whether he took marmite at all, but I distinctly remember that he was taking tea. I also had a personal reason for this recollection, for I was, and even now am, a lover of tea, if not a mild addict. But Sri Aurobindo's way of drinking tea was rather odd; he had to drink it from a feeding cup! Could anyone relish a fine beverage taken out of a feeding cup, I wondered! Before the accident whenever we heard the tinkling sound of his spoon at midnight from his corner room, we used to say, "Sri Aurobindo is having tea!" One day he suddenly declared, "I won't take tea any more!" Thus a life-long habit was given up in an instant! This incident recalls another which took place many years earlier. It concerns his early habit of smoking cigars. A cigar was almost always between his lips. Once Devdas Gandhi, son of Mahatma Gandhi, visited him and saw the inevitable cigar. He shot the question, "Why are you attached to smoking?" At once came the retort, "Why are you so attached to nonsmoking?" This gives us a hint that Sri Aurobindo Smoked, but without any real attachment and the proof came a few years later when the Mother began to take charge of household affairs and smoking was indulged in by all the inmates. She favoured non-smoking. Without the slightest hesitation Sri Aurobindo put aside his cigar. There was an end to an inveterate habit without the least fuss.   To resume our story. When everything had settled down and our work had fallen into a regular pattern, the "famous" talks started, in the evening. At the beginning Sri Aurobindo, lying on his back, used to speak in a low voice to the group crowded near the bed. Naturally on that occasion all of us, except Purani who stood at a distance, would rally round to listen to his finely cadenced voice and his utterances on various topics made in an intimate tone. He would rarely look at anybody while talking.

1.01 - To Watanabe Sukefusa, #Beating the Cloth Drum Letters of Zen Master Hakuin, #unset, #Zen   "Help me, mother," he pleaded. "Please, take hold of my hand. Pull me out of here. The earth in this hole is sandy and burning hot. I can't bear it any more." His mother, confused and upset, moved this way and that attempting to reach out her hand to him. But by then the intense heat inside the hole was sending up thick billows of black Smoke.   Hearing his cries, villagers came running to help. They tried in various ways to rescue him, but flames shooting up from the hole grew to such strength they seemed bent on scorching the very skies.

1.02 - BOOK THE SECOND, #Metamorphoses, #Ovid, #Poetry   And white with ashes, hov'ring in the Smoke.   He flew where-e'er the horses drove, nor knew   --   See your own Heav'ns, the Heav'ns begin to Smoke!   Shou'd once the sparkles catch those bright abodes,   --   Are slowly wasted, and in Smoke expire.   Giv'n up to envy (for in ev'ry thought

1.02 - MAPS OF MEANING - THREE LEVELS OF ANALYSIS, #Maps of Meaning, #Jordan Peterson, #Psychology   and fantasies go up in Smoke, however, this control vanishes. The comparatively ancient limbic   53   --   Out of his nostrils goeth Smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.   His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.

1.03 - A Parable, #The Lotus Sutra, #Anonymous, #Various   While the Smoke of the stench owed   And lled everywhere.

1.03 - ON THE AFTERWORLDLY, #Thus Spoke Zarathustra, #Friedrich Nietzsche, #Philosophy   of a god: colored Smoke before the eyes of a dissatisfied deity. Good and evil and joy and pain and I and   you-colored Smoke this seemed to me before creative   31

1.03 - Supernatural Aid, #The Hero with a Thousand Faces, #Joseph Campbell, #Mythology   near Dsilnaotil, saw Smoke arising from the ground. They went   to the place where the Smoke rose, and they found it came from   the Smoke hole of a subterranean chamber. A ladder, black from   Smoke, projected through the hole. Looking down into the cham   ber they saw an old woman, the Spider Woman, who glanced up   --   form they please, but not grosser than the essence of fire and Smoke, and they   can thus make themselves visible to mortals. There are three orders of Jinn:

1.03 - Sympathetic Magic, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism   it round the patient's neck, and the other in the Smoke of the fire.   As the vervain dries up in the Smoke, so the tumour will also dry up   and disappear. If the patient should afterwards prove ungrateful to

1.03 - Tara, Liberator from the Eight Dangers, #How to Free Your Mind - Tara the Liberator, #Thubten Chodron, #unset   Billowing forth swirling Smoke-clouds of misconduct,   It has the power to burn down forests of goodness:   --   obscuring Smoke of our harmful actions, we cannot see the source of our   difculties, and thus we do nothing to extinguish the re of anger.

1.03 - The Armour of Grace, #The Mother With Letters On The Mother, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   1:To walk through life armoured against all fear, peril and disaster, only two things are needed, two that go always together - the Grace of the Divine Mother and on your side an inner state made up of faith, sincerity and surrender. Let your faith be pure, candid and perfect. An egoistic faith in the mental and vital being tainted by ambition, pride, vanity, mental arrogance, vital self-will, personal demand, desire for the petty satisfactions of the lower nature is a low and Smoke-obscured flame that cannot burn upwards to heaven. Regard your life as given you only for the divine work and to help in the divine manifestation. Desire nothing but the purity, force, light, wideness, calm, Ananda of the divine consciousness and its insistence to transform and perfect your mind, life and body. Ask for nothing but the divine, spiritual and supramental Truth, its realisation on earth and in you and in all who are called and chosen and the conditions needed for its creation and its victory over all opposing forces.   2:Let your sincerity and surrender be genuine and entire. When you give yourself, give completely, without demand, without condition, without reservation so that all in you shall belong to the Divine Mother and nothing be left to the ego or given to any other power.

1.03 - The House Of The Lord, #Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo, #Nirodbaran, #Integral Yoga   In spite of there being a swarm of mosquitoes, Sri Aurobindo was not in the habit of using a mosquito net. Instead, mosquito-coils imported from China were lighted and placed around the bed. These coils burn slowly, emitting a thin white trail of Smoke with a smell of burnt hay or dry leaves. Its somewhat sharp odour is supposed to stave off the invasion of the invincible army of tiny pests. Chinese discovery indeed! But the Smoke-line, I fear, was not impregnable and some of the wily pests would, under the cover of night, plunge their keen short proboscis into Sri Aurobindo's bare tender skin producing angry weals or scarlet buttons. Some Insectol had to be applied to prevent sepsis. During the breeding season when the army division was at its height, the Mother would bring a globe-like thing and burst, as it were, a 'gas bomb' from it, just before she took her leave at night. A huge volley of white Smoke with a strong smell would fill the whole room and clear up soon after. With the installation of the ceiling-fan, these crude devices were of course dispensed with. In the daytime, when the mosquitoes were flying and humming around him, or about to sit on his legs, we would rush to kill them with a clap of our hands. Sometimes he would ask, "Got it?" and on our answering "Yes", an approving smile would be our reward.   There was an inroad of another kind of pest that we had to deal with. Throughout the Ashram, in the Dining Room, the Bakery, and the residential houses a large throng of flies, pale white, grey and black, appeared all of a sudden and started licking, defiling, contaminating indiscriminately, everything that came in their way. If not on food-stuff, they would sit on human beings, whoever they might be. Sri Aurobindo and his room were no exception. Flies, silver-fish, cockroaches, were simply taboo and were not to be tolerated. Out of all these, everyone knows, flies are the worst enemies. They don't bite, it is true, like their cousins, the mosquitoes, but they are carriers of all kinds of infection! When they don't bite, they stick like the habits of our physical mind. So a vigorous crusade had to be taken up. 'Fly leaves' began to hang in all houses. Another effective contrivance trapped swarms in its box with continuous rolling wheels. The queen of the flies, it seems, had to beat a retreat. There is an interesting occult sequel to all this. There are subtle beings presiding over animal or insect communities. The being which was the queen of the fly-kingdom came to the Mother and pleaded for mercy. When they perpetrated the sacrilege in Sri Aurobindo's room, however, we had no mercy. Our fly-flaps became busy. Sri Aurobindo, as we know, was not a votary of Ahimsa in all circumstances. We were in no mood to dally with their whirling dance, particularly around Sri Aurobindo whose body was as sensitive as a child's to their pestering hum. However, our constant clapping sounds like the bursting of crackers made no dents in his massive silence. Once, a bumble bee came droning into the room and took a fancy to swirl round Sri Aurobindo as he sat on the bed. We had to rush to his rescue!

1.03 - The Sephiros, #A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah, #Israel Regardie, #Occultism   Crete because of the heavy clouds of dense Smoke given off by this incense. Its colours are Citrine, Olive, Russet, and   Black, and its Tarot cards are the four Tens. It is given by the Zohar the final n H^h of Tetragrammaton, and authority attri butes to it the four Princess cards of the

1.03 - To Layman Ishii, #Beating the Cloth Drum Letters of Zen Master Hakuin, #unset, #Zen   "You may feel as though you are clinging perilously to a steel barrier towering before you, as though you are gagging on a soup of wood shavings, as though you are grasping at clouds of green Smoke, or probing a sea of red mist. When all your skills have been used up, all your verbal resources and reason utterly exhausted, if you do not falter or attempt to understand and just keep boring steadily inward, you will experience the profound joy of knowing for yourself whether the water is cold or warm. The practice of Zen requires you to just press forward with continuous, unwavering effort. If you only exert yourself every other day, like a person experiencing a periodic malarial fit, you will never reach enlightenment, not even with the passage of endless kalpas.   "There is a sea beach only several hundred paces from my native village of Hara. Suppose someone is troubled because he doesn't know the taste of seawater, and decides to sample some. He sets out down to the beach, but stops and comes backs before he has gone even a hundred steps. He starts out again, this time returning after taking only ten steps. He will never know the taste of seawater that way, will he? Yet if he keeps going straight ahead and he doesn't turn back, even if he lives far inland in a landlocked province such as Shinano, Kai, Hida, or Mino, he will eventually reach the ocean. By dipping his finger in the ocean and licking it, he will know instantly the taste of seawater the world over, because it has the same taste everywhere, in India, in China, in the southern or northern seas.

1.041 - Detailed, #Quran, #unset, #Zen   11. Then He turned to the sky, and it was Smoke, and said to it and to the earth, “Come, willingly or unwillingly.” They said, “We come willingly.”   12. So He completed them as seven universes in two days, and He assigned to each universe its laws. And We decorated the lower universe with lamps, and for protection. That is the design of the Almighty, the All-Knowing.

1.044 - Smoke, #Quran, #unset, #Zen   object:1.044 - Smoke   class:chapter   --   10. So watch out for the Day when the sky produces a visible Smoke.   11. Enveloping mankind; this is a painful punishment.

1.04 - ADVICE TO HOUSEHOLDERS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   Next he prepares to unfurl the sail and gets ready for a Smoke. Likewise, the aspirant enjoys peace and calm after passing the waves and storms of 'woman and gold'.   "Woman and gold" is the obstruction to yoga "Some are born with the characteristics of the yogi; but they too should be careful. It is 'woman and gold' alone that is the obstacle; it makes them deviate from the path of yoga and drags them into worldliness. Perhaps they have some desire for enjoyment.   --   "Sometimes I used to assume a rajasic mood in order to practise renunciation. Once I had the desire to put on a gold-embroidered robe, wear a ring on my finger, and Smoke a hubble-bubble with a long pipe. Mathur Babu procured all these things for me. I wore the gold-embroidered robe and said to myself after a while, 'Mind! This is what is called a gold-embroidered robe.' Then I took it off and threw it away. I couldn't stand the robe any more. Again I said to myself, 'Mind! This is called a shawl, and this a ring, and this, smoking a hubble-bubble with a long pipe.' I threw those things away once for all, and the desire to enjoy them never arose in my mind again."   It was almost dusk. The Master and M. stood talking alone near the door on the southeast verandah.   --   NARENDRA: "But from my experience I feel they are going to the dogs. They Smoke cigarettes, indulge in frivolous talk, enjoy foppishness, play truant, and do everything of that sort. I have even seen them visiting questionable places."   M: "I didn't notice such things during our student days."

1.04 - On blessed and ever-memorable obedience, #The Ladder of Divine Ascent, #Saint John of Climacus, #unset   At a distance of a mile from the great monastery was a place called the prison, deprived of every comfort. There neither Smoke, nor wine, nor oil in the food, nor anything else could ever be seen but only bread and light vegetables. Here the pastor shut up, without permission to go out, those who fell into sin after entering the brotherhood; and not all together, but each in a separate and special cell, or at most in pairs. And he kept them there until the Lord gave him assurance of the amendment of each one. Over them he placed the sub-prior, a great man called Isaac, who required of those entrusted to him almost unceasing prayer. And to prevent despondency they had a large quantity of palm leaves.3 Such is the life, such is the rule, such is the conduct of those who truly seek the face of the God of Jacob!4   To admire the labours of the saints is good; to emulate them wins salvation; but to wish suddenly to imitate their life in every point is unreasonable and impossible.

1.04 - Sounds, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy   When I meet the engine with its train of cars moving off with planetary motion,or, rather, like a comet, for the beholder knows not if with that velocity and with that direction it will ever revisit this system, since its orbit does not look like a returning curve,with its steam cloud like a banner streaming behind in golden and silver wreaths, like many a downy cloud which I have seen, high in the heavens, unfolding its masses to the light,as if this travelling demigod, this cloud-compeller, would ere long take the sunset sky for the livery of his train; when I hear the iron horse make the hills echo with his snort like thunder, shaking the earth with his feet, and breathing fire and Smoke from his nostrils, (what kind of winged horse or fiery dragon they will put into the new Mythology I dont know), it seems as if the earth had got a race now worthy to inhabit it. If all were as it seems, and men made the elements their servants for noble ends! If the cloud that hangs over the engine were the perspiration of heroic deeds, or as beneficent as that which floats over the farmers fields, then the elements and Nature herself would cheerfully accompany men on their errands and be their escort.   I watch the passage of the morning cars with the same feeling that I do the rising of the sun, which is hardly more regular. Their train of clouds stretching far behind and rising higher and higher, going to heaven while the cars are going to Boston, conceals the sun for a minute and casts my distant field into the shade, a celestial train beside which the petty train of cars which hugs the earth is but the barb of the spear. The stabler of the iron horse was up early this winter morning by the light of the stars amid the mountains, to fodder and harness his steed. Fire, too, was awakened thus early to put the vital heat in him and get him off. If the enterprise were as innocent as it is early! If the snow lies deep, they strap on his snow-shoes, and with the giant plow, plow a furrow from the mountains to the seaboard, in which the cars, like a following drill-barrow, sprinkle all the restless men and floating merchandise in the country for seed.   --    but I cross it like a cart-path in the woods. I will not have my eyes put out and my ears spoiled by its Smoke and steam and hissing.   Now that the cars are gone by and all the restless world with them, and the fishes in the pond no longer feel their rumbling, I am more alone than ever. For the rest of the long afternoon, perhaps, my meditations are interrupted only by the faint rattle of a carriage or team along the distant highway.

1.04 - THE APPEARANCE OF ANOMALY - CHALLENGE TO THE SHARED MAP, #Maps of Meaning, #Jordan Peterson, #Psychology   the summit and goes out by the Smoke-hole. But we know that this opening, made to let out the Smoke,   is likened to the hole made by the Pole Star in the vault of Heaven. (Among other peoples, the tentpole is called the Pillar of the Sky and is compared to the Pole-Star, which is also the hub of the celestial   --   comes out of the Smoke-hole of the tent he gives a loud cry, invoking the help of the gods: up there, he   finds himself in their presence.449

1.04 - The Crossing of the First Threshold, #The Hero with a Thousand Faces, #Joseph Campbell, #Mythology   As the rising Smoke of an offering through the sun door, so   goes the hero, released from ego, through the walls of the

1.056 - The Inevitable, #Quran, #unset, #Zen   43. And a shadow of thick Smoke.   44. Neither cool, nor refreshing.

1.05 - AUERBACHS CELLAR, #Faust, #Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #Poetry   Look out, I'll Smoke them now!   MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST)

1.05 - Christ, A Symbol of the Self, #Aion, #Carl Jung, #Psychology   in Smoke. Frivolity as a cause of evil is certainly a factor to be   taken seriously, but it is a factor that can be got rid of by a

1.05 - Hymns of Bharadwaja, #Hymns to the Mystic Fire, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga     6. The Smoke from thy blaze journeys and in heaven is outstretched brilliant-white. O purifying Fire, thou shinest with a flame like the light of the sun.     7. Now art thou here in men, one to be aspired to and a beloved guest; for thou art like one delightful and adorable in the city and as if our son and a traveller of the triple world.

1.05 - Problems of Modern Psycho therapy, #The Practice of Psycho therapy, #Carl Jung, #Psychology   himself with a Smoke-screen of fatherly and professional authority. By so   doing he only denies himself the use of a highly important organ ofinformation. The patient influences him unconsciously none the less, and

1.05 - THE HOSTILE BROTHERS - ARCHETYPES OF RESPONSE TO THE UNKNOWN, #Maps of Meaning, #Jordan Peterson, #Psychology   the breath in our nostrils is Smoke, and reason is a spark kindled by the beating of our hearts.   When it is extinguished, the body will turn to ashes, and the spirit will dissolve like empty air. Our name   --   mental disorders. But this is mostly screen and Smoke. We are aiming, always, at an ideal. We currently   prefer to leave the nature of that ideal implicit, because that helps us sidestep any number of issues that

1.05 - The Magical Control of the Weather, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism   say, "The black Smoke will gather the clouds and cause the rain to   come." The Timorese sacrifice a black pig to the Earth-goddess for   --   the sea. As the Smoke curls up, he rubs the stone with the dry   coral, invokes his ancestors and says: "Sun! I do this that you may

1.05 - War And Politics, #Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo, #Nirodbaran, #Integral Yoga   Our Ashram came in for a good deal of suffering and inconvenience in the wake of the War: the wrath and abuse of our countrymen, the resentment of a number of our own inmates for our support of the War and the loss of some other valiant sons in the great holocaust. It had to open its doors to the children of all disciples who were in the danger zone, so we were all of a sudden changed into a large community without sufficient means to maintain ourselves. And due to the general embargoes and restrictions imposed by the Government the most necessary food supply was either cut off or reduced to a minimum. Last of all, and the greatest irony of fate, the Ashram in spite of all our help was suspected of being a nest of spies or enemy agents. Police search was apprehended and even the question of disbanding the Ashram was in the air. Perhaps the British Government had never entirely believed that Sri Aurobindo, once the most dangerous enemy of the British Empire, could really become their ally. Was he not still engaged in secret revolutionary activities, his war-contribution serving just as a Smoke-screen? Unfortunately, in the Ashram itself there were some who wished for Hitler's victory, not for love of Hitler but because of their hatred of British domination. Sri Aurobindo conveyed through us a stern message to them: "If these people want that the Ashram should be dissolved, they can come and tell me and I will dissolve it instead of the police doing it.... Hitlerism is the greatest menace that the world has ever met."   Another inconvenience, but of short duration, that we had to pass through was the threat of bombing by the Japanese Air Force. As soon as the alert for a blackout was given, all lights in the Ashram had to go off. Sri Aurobindo sat up in bed, the Mother on a chair in Sri Aurobindo's room; the two of us who were on duty at the time also sat there, Champaklal very near the Mother.... After a short while when the all-clear signal was given, we would revert to our duty. One day, putting a dark shade over Sri Aurobindo's table lamp, the Mother said with a smile, "Your lamp lights up three streets, Lord." "So I should be darkened?" he asked smiling. In truth, I do not think that any Japanese aeroplane flew over Pondicherry. I was very much amused at the sight of the Mother and Sri Aurobindo taking this human precaution against any possible threat. But that is their way. Because they are Divine and possess a great occult power, one would suppose that all the human measures were otiose or a mere show as I thought in my callow days. But I saw in this case and in many others that the Mother was in grim earnest. Even if Sri Aurobindo and she were sure of an eventual success, they would keep applying the pressure of their Force till the issue was decided beyond any question.

1.06 - BOOK THE SIXTH, #Metamorphoses, #Ovid, #Poetry   While yet no altars to my godhead Smoke?   Mine, whose immediate lineage stands confess'd

1.06 - Confutation Of Other Philosophers, #Of The Nature Of Things, #Lucretius, #Poetry   The selfsame words: if flame and Smoke and ash   Still lurk unseen within the wood, the wood   --   Ashes and Smoke and bits of fire there hid.   But since fact teaches this is not the case,

1.06 - PIG AND PEPPER, #Alice in Wonderland, #Lewis Carroll, #Fiction   Alice opened the door and went in. The door led right into a large kitchen, which was full of Smoke from one end to the other; the Duchess was sitting on a three-legged stool in the middle, nursing a baby; the cook was leaning over the fire, stirring a large caldron which seemed to be full of soup.   "There's certainly too much pepper in that soup!" Alice said to herself, as well as she could for sneezing. Even the Duchess sneezed occasionally; and as for the baby, it was sneezing and howling alternately without a moment's pause. The only two creatures in the kitchen that did _not_ sneeze were the cook and a large cat, which was grinning from ear to ear.

1.06 - The Ascent of the Sacrifice 2 The Works of Love - The Works of Life, #The Synthesis Of Yoga, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   It is the inner offering of the heart's adoration, the soul of it in the symbol, the spirit of it in the act, that is the very life of the sacrifice. If this offering is to be complete and universal, then a turning of all our emotions to the Divine is imperative. This is the intensest way of purification for the human heart, more powerful than any ethical or aesthetic catharsis could ever be by its half-power and superficial pressure. A psychic fire within must be lit into which all is thrown with the Divine Name upon it. In that fire all the emotions are compelled to cast off their grosser elements and those that are undivine perversions are burned away and the others discard their insufficiencies, till a spirit of largest love and a stainless divine delight arises out of the flame and Smoke and frankincense. It is the divine love which so emerges that, extended in inward feeling to the Divine in man and all creatures in an active universal equality, will be more potent for the perfectibility of life and a more real instrument than the ineffective mental ideal of brotherhood can ever be. It is this poured out into acts that could alone create a harmony in the world and a true unity between all its creatures; all else strives in vain towards that end so long as Divine Love has not disclosed itself as the heart of the delivered manifestation in terrestrial Nature.   It is here that the emergence of the secret psychic being in us as the leader of the sacrifice is of the utmost importance; for this inmost being alone can bring with it the full power of the spirit in the act, the soul in the symbol. It alone can assure, even while the spiritual consciousness is incomplete, the perennial freshness and sincerity and beauty of the symbol and prevent it from becoming a dead form or a corrupted and corrupting magic; it alone can preserve for the act its power with its significance. All the other members of our being, mind, life-force, physical or body consciousness, are too much under the control of the Ignorance to be a sure instrumentation and much less can they be a guide or the source of an unerring impulse. Always the greater part of the motive and action of these powers clings to the old law, the deceiving tablets, the cherished inferior movements of Nature and they meet with reluctance, alarm or revolt or obstructing inertia the voices and the forces that call and impel us to exceed and transform ourselves into a greater being and a wider Nature. In their major part the response is either a resistance or a qualified or temporising acquiescence; for even if they follow the call, they yet tend - when not consciously, then by automatic habit - to bring into the spiritual action their own natural disabilities and errors. At every moment they are moved to take egoistic advantage of the psychic and spiritual influences and can be detected using the power, joy or light these bring into us for a lower life-motive. Afterwards too, even when the seeker has opened to the Divine Love transcendental, universal or immanent, yet if he tries to pour it into life, he meets the power of obscuration and perversion of these lower Natureforces. Always they draw away towards pitfalls, pour into that higher intensity their diminishing elements, seek to capture the descending Power for themselves and their interests and degrade it into an aggrandised mental, vital or physical instrumentation for desire and ego. Instead of a Divine Love creator of a new heaven and a new earth of Truth and Light, they would hold it here prisoner as a tremendous sanction and glorifying force of sublimation to gild the mud of the old earth and colour with its rose and sapphire the old turbid unreal skies of sentimentalising vital imagination and mental idealised chimera. If that falsification is permitted, the higher Light and Power and Bliss withdraw, there is a fall back to a lower status; or else the realisation remains tied to an insecure half-way and mixture or is covered and even submerged by an inferior exaltation that is not the true Ananda. It is for this reason that Divine Love which is at the heart of all creation and the most powerful of all redeeming and creative forces has yet been the least frontally present in earthly life, the least successfully redemptive, the least creative. Human nature has been unable to bear it in its purity for the very reason that it is the most powerful, pure, rare and intense of all the divine energies; what little could be seized has been corrupted at once into a vital pietistic ardour, a defenceless religious or ethical sentimentalism, a sensuous or even sensual erotic mysticism of the roseate coloured mind or passionately turbid life-impulse and with these simulations compensated its inability to house the Mystic Flame that could rebuild the world with its tongues of sacrifice. It is only the inmost psychic being unveiled and emerging in its full power that can lead the pilgrim sacrifice unscathed through these ambushes and pitfalls; at each moment it catches, exposes, repels the mind's and the life's falsehoods, seizes hold on the truth of the Divine Love and Ananda and separates it from the excitement of the mind's ardours and the blind enthusiasms of the misleading life-force. But all things that are true at their core in mind and life and the physical being it extricates and takes with it in the journey till they stand on the heights, new in spirit and sublime in figure.

1.06 - THE MASTER WITH THE BRAHMO DEVOTEES, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   At the sight of Shivanath the Master cried out joyously: "Ah! Here is Shivanath! You see, you are a devotee of God. The very sight of you gladdens my heart. One hemp-Smoker feels very happy to meet another. Very often they embrace each other in an exuberance of joy."   The devotees burst out laughing.   --   "Some frequent the company of holy men in order to Smoke hemp. Many monks Smoke it, and these householders stay with them, prepare the hemp, and partake of the prasad."   Thursday, November 16, 1882

1.07 - Incarnate Human Gods, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism   thick pungent Smoke till she is seized with convulsions and falls   senseless to the ground. Soon she rises and raises a shrill chant,   --   inspired by his god, Smokes a pipe of tobacco fiercely till he works   himself into a frenzy; the loud excited tones in which he then talks   --   above requiring food and only eats, drinks, and Smokes for the   pleasure it affords him." Among the Gallas, when a woman grows tired

1.07 - THE MASTER AND VIJAY GOSWAMI, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   His mind was filled with peace and joy. He went home, called his wife, and said to her, 'Now give me some oil and prepare me a Smoke.' With serene mind he finished his bath and meal, and retired to bed, where he snored to his heart's content. The determination he showed is an example of strong renunciation.   "Now, there was another farmer who was also digging a channel to bring water to his field. His wife, too, came to the field and said to him: 'It's very late. Come home. It isn't necessary to overdo things.' The farmer didn't protest much, but put aside his spade and said to his wife, 'Well, I'll go home since you ask me to.' (All laugh) That man never succeeded in irrigating his field. This is a case of mild renunciation.

1.07 - The Prophecies of Nostradamus, #Aion, #Carl Jung, #Psychology   From its mouth and snout it emitted Smoke of a triple nature, 24   the "threefold ignorance, namely of good and evil, of true and   --   false, of fitting and unfitting." 25 "That is the Smoke," says Adam   Scotus, "which the prophet Ezekiel, in his vision of God, saw   coming from the north," 2Q the "Smoke" of which Isaiah speaks. 27   The pious author never stops to think how remarkable it is that   --   of the north wind, wrapped in this devilish Smoke of threefold   ignorance. Where there is Smoke, there is fire. Hence the "great   cloud" had "brightness round about it, and fire flashing forth   --   Scotus speaks of the "darkness of the Smoke from the north." Pseudo-Clement   (Homilies, XIX, 22) stresses "the sins of unconsciousness" (agnoia). Honorius of   --   Smoke shall come from the north, and there is none that shall escape his troop."   28 Ezek. 1 : 4.

1.07 - The Psychic Center, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga   the only thing that does not fail us: "A conscious being is at the center of the self, who rules past and future; he is like a fire without Smoke. . . . That, one must disengage with patience from one's own body," says the Upanishad.80 It is "the child suppressed in the secret cavern" of the Rig Veda (V.2.1), "the son of heaven by the body of the earth" (III.25.1), "he that is awake in those who sleep" (Katha Upanishad V.8). "He is there in the middle of the house" (Rig Veda I.70.2); "He is like the life and the breath of our existence, he is like our eternal child" (I.66.1); he is "the shining King who was hidden from us" (I.23.14). This is the Center, the Master, the place where everything communicates:   The sunlit space where all is for ever known.81

1.08 - Independence from the Physical, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga   must return.' I had the sensation of a sore throat. I remember that in order to get out of their room, which was completely closed except for a small opening near the ceiling, my form seemed to vaporize (I still had a form but it wasn't like regular matter, it was more luminous, less opaque), and I went out like a trail of Smoke through the open window. Then I found myself back in my room, near my body, and realized that my head was all crooked, stiff against the pillow, and I   was breathing with difficulty. I tried to reenter my body, but I

1.08 - Origin of Rudra: his becoming eight Rudras, #Vishnu Purana, #Vyasa, #Hinduism   gadvāra, as tradition reports[2]. They found Dakṣa, the best of the devout, surrounded by the singers and nymphs of heaven, and by numerous sages, beneath the shade of clustering trees and climbing plants; and all of them, whether dwellers on earth, in air, or in the regions above the skies, approached the patriarch with outward gestures of respect. The Ādityas, Vasus, Rudras, Maruts, all entitled to partake of the oblations, together with Jiṣṇu, were present. The four classes of Pitris, Ushmapās, Somapās, Ājyapās, and Dhūmapās, or those who feed upon the flame, the acid juice, the butter, or the Smoke of offerings, the Aswins and the progenitors, came along with Brahmā. Creatures of every class, born from the womb, the egg, from vapour, or vegetation, came upon their invocation; as did all the gods, with their brides, who in their resplendent vehicles blazed like so many fires. Beholding them thus assembled, the sage Dadhīca was filled with indignation, and observed, 'The man who worships what ought not to be worshipped, or pays not reverence where veneration is due, is guilty, most assuredly, of heinous sin.' Then addressing Dakṣa, he said to him, 'Why do you not offer homage to the god who is the lord of life (Paśubhartri)?' Dakṣa spake; 'I have already many Rudras present, armed with tridents, wearing braided hair, and existing in eleven forms: I recognise no other Mahādeva.' Dadhīca spake; 'The invocation that is not addressed to Īśa, is, for all, but a solitary (and imperfect) summons. Inasmuch as I behold no other divinity who is superior to Śa   kara, this sacrifice of Dakṣa will not be completed.' Dakṣa spake; I offer, in a golden cup, this entire oblation, which has been consecrated by many prayers, as an offering ever due to the unequalled Viṣṇu, the sovereign lord of all[3].'

1.08 - The Historical Significance of the Fish, #Aion, #Carl Jung, #Psychology   and eighty years in the rising Smoke of the children of Korah, 13   eighty years under the gates of Rome, and the rest of the time he   --   how to make a magic "Smoke" against evil spirits from the heart   and liver of the fish, and how he can heal his father's blindness

1.08 - THE MASTERS BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION AT DAKSHINESWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   MASTER: "Yes, there is no doubt about the sanctity of God's name. But can a mere name achieve anything, without the yearning love of the devotee behind it? One should feel great restlessness of soul for the vision of God. Suppose a man repeats the name of God mechanically, while his mind is absorbed in 'woman and gold'. Can he achieve anything? Mere muttering of magic words doesn't cure one of the pain of a spider or scorpion sting. One must also apply the Smoke of burning cow-dung."   GOSWAMI: "But what about Ajamila then? He was a great sinner; there was no sin he had not indulged in. But he uttered the name of Narayana on his death-bed, calling his son, who also had that name. And thus he was liberated."

1.09 - ADVICE TO THE BRAHMOS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   For fragrant incense Smoke;   The moving air sways to and fro   --   "It is necessary to do a certain amount of work. This is a kind of discipline. But one must finish it speedily. While melting gold, the goldsmith uses everything-the bellows, the fan, and the pipe-so that he may have the hot fire he needs to melt the metal. After the melting is over, he relaxes and asks his attendant to prepare a Smoke for him. All this time his face has been hot and perspiring; but now he can Smoke.   "One must have stern determination; then alone is spiritual practice possible. One must make a firm resolve.

1.09 - FAITH IN PEACE, #The Future of Man, #Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, #Christianity   you? Let me beg you to rise for a moment above the dust and Smoke   obscuring the horizon and gaze with me at the course of the world.

1.09 - The Furies and Medusa. The Angel. The City of Dis. The Sixth Circle Heresiarchs., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   There yonder where that Smoke is most intense."   Even as the frogs before the hostile serpent

11.03 - Cosmonautics, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 04, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga    Modern science, modern applied science, has brought about and is bringing about more and more a big change in the earth atmosphere. It is not merely the dust and Smoke, gases and fumes thrown out by the modern machineries from the earth into the sky that have been increasing ominously in volume, but the less patent vibrations that have been released by advanced scientific projects and experiments and that have been encircling the earth more and more in a tight embrace. A quiet and clean air was such a treasure for human beings; men have always longed for it as a necessity and also as a diversion, and it was so readily available. The saints and sages went up to mountain-tops and into deep forests and far away into open meadows for a full-breath draught of that heavenly element.    But now physically, materially, we know that the radio waves and innumerable other cosmic waves have been constantly, ceaselessly hammering, churning the earth-atmosphere all around us. Human bodies are immersed in a real turmoil. They are bathed in a whirlwind constantly. The nerves and tissues are being shaken from within to their very roots throughout one's life, day and night. There is no peace, no tranquillity upon earth; physical and material repose has altogether disappeared. The high hill-tops or mountain-sides do not help any more nor the ocean depths nor any African jungle nor even the Sahara desert.

1.10 - BOOK THE TENTH, #Metamorphoses, #Ovid, #Poetry   Nor blaz'd his torch, but wept in hissing Smoke.   In vain they whirl it round, in vain they shake,

1.10 - On slander or calumny., #The Ladder of Divine Ascent, #Saint John of Climacus, #unset   Fire and water are incompatible; and so is judging others in one who wants to repent. If you see someone falling into sin at the very moment of his death, even then do not judge him, because the Divine judgment is hidden from men. Some have fallen openly into great sins, but they have done greater good deeds in secret; so their critics were tricked, getting Smoke instead of the sun.   Listen to me, listen, all you malicious reckoners of other mens accounts! If it is true (as it really is true) that with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged,3 then whatever sins we blame our neighbour for, whether bodily or spiritual, we shall fall into them ourselves. That is certain.

1.11 - On talkativeness and silence., #The Ladder of Divine Ascent, #Saint John of Climacus, #unset   He who knows the fragrance of the Fire from on high, runs from a concourse of men like a bee from Smoke; for the bee is routed by Smoke, whereas man is hampered by company.   Few can hold water without a sluice; still fewer can tame an intemperate mouth.

1.12 - BOOK THE TWELFTH, #Metamorphoses, #Ovid, #Poetry   On the side-altar, cens'd with sacred Smoke,   And bright with flaming fires; The Gods, he cry'd,

1.12 - ON THE FLIES OF THE MARKETPLACE, #Thus Spoke Zarathustra, #Friedrich Nietzsche, #Philosophy   strength went from them like Smoke from a dying fire?   Indeed, my friend, you are the bad conscience of

1.12 - The Superconscient, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga   The illumined mind has a different nature. As the higher mind gradually accepts silence, it gains access to this region, meaning that its substance gradually clarifies, and what came one drop at a time now comes flowing in: The ground is no longer a general neutrality but pure spiritual ease and happiness upon which the special tones of the aesthetic consciousness come out or from which they arise. This is the first fundamental change.191 The consciousness is filled with a flood of light, often golden, infused with colors that vary with the inner state; this is a luminous irruption. And simultaneously, a state of enthusiasm, in the Greek sense of the word, a sudden awakening as if the whole being were on the alert, immersed in a very fast rhythm and in a brand-new world, with new values; new perspectives, and unexpected associations. The Smoke screen of the world is lifted.   Everything is interconnected within a great, joyous vibration. Life becomes vaster, truer, more alive; little truths twinkle everywhere, wordlessly, as if each thing held a secret, a special sense, a special life. One bathes in an indescribable state of truth, without understanding anything about it it just is. And it is marvelously. It is light, alive, loving.

1.13 - THE MASTER AND M., #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   Good and bad, virtue and vice, and the other pairs of opposites, cannot in any way injure the Self, though they undoubtedly afflict those who have identified themselves with their bodies. Smoke soils the wall, certainly, but it cannot in any way affect ka, space.   Following the Vedantists of this class, Krishnakishore used to say, 'I am Kha', meaning ka. Being a great devotee, he could say that with some justification; but it is not becoming for others to do so.   --   MASTER (with a smile): "How is that? You are like 'Elder, the pumpkin-cutter'. You are neither a man of the world nor a devotee of God. That is not good. You must have seen the sort of elderly man who lives in a family and is always ready, day or night, to entertain the children. He sits in the parlour and Smokes the hubble-bubble. With nothing in particular to do, he leads a lazy life. Now and again he goes to the inner court and cuts a pumpkin; for, since women do not cut pumpkins, they send the children to ask him to come and do it. That is the extent of his usefulness-hence his nickname, 'Elder, the pumpkin-cutter'.   "You must do 'this' as well as 'that'. Do your duties in the world, and also fix your mind on the Lotus Feet of the Lord. Read books of devotion like the Bhagavata or the life of Chaitanya when you are alone and have nothing else to do."

1.14 - INSTRUCTION TO VAISHNAVS AND BRHMOS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   "All doubts disappear after the realization of God. Then the devotee meets the favourable wind. He becomes free from worry. He is like the boatman who, when the favourable wind blows, unfurls the sail, holds the rudder lightly, and enjoys a Smoke."   Ishan took his leave and Sri Ramakrishna talked with M. No one else was present. He asked M. what he thought of Narendra, Rkhl , Adhar, and Hazra, and whether they were guileless. "And", asked the Master, "what do you think of me?".

1.14 - The Principle of Divine Works, #Essays On The Gita, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga    in life, in action, not outside life and action. Yes, there is a truth in that, replies the Gita; the fulfilment of God in man, the play of the Divine in life is part of the ideal perfection. But if you seek it only in the external, in life, in the principle of action, you will never find it; for you will then not only act according to your nature, which is in itself a rule of perfection, but you will be - and this is a rule of the imperfection - eternally subject to its modes, its dualities of liking and dislike, pain and pleasure and especially to the rajasic mode with its principle of desire and its snare of wrath and grief and longing, - the restless, alldevouring principle of desire, the insatiable fire which besieges your worldly action, the eternal enemy of knowledge by which it is covered over here in your nature as is a fire by Smoke or a mirror by dust and which you must slay in order to live in the calm, clear, luminous truth of the spirit. The senses, mind and intellect are the seat of this eternal cause of imperfection and yet it is within this sense, mind and intellect, this play of the lower nature that you would limit your search for perfection!   The effort is vain. The kinetic side of your nature must first seek to add to itself the quietistic; you must uplift yourself beyond this lower nature to that which is above the three gunas, that which is founded in the highest principle, in the soul. Only when you have attained to peace of soul, can you become capable of a free and divine action.   The quietist, the ascetic, on the other hand cannot see any possibility of perfection into which life and action enter. Are they not the very seat of bondage and imperfection? Is not all action imperfect in its nature, like a fire that must produce Smoke, is not the principle of action itself rajasic, the father of desire, a cause that must have its effect of obscuration of knowledge, its round of longing and success and failure, its oscillations of joy and grief, its duality of virtue and sin? God may be in the world, but he is not of the world; he is a God of renunciation and not the Master or cause of our works; the master of our works is desire and the cause of works is ignorance. If the world, the   Kshara is in a sense a manifestation or a lla of the Divine, it is an imperfect play with the ignorance of Nature, an obscuration

1.15 - Index, #Aion, #Carl Jung, #Psychology   Smoke, 101   snail, 226

1.15 - The Violent against Nature. Brunetto Latini., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity     New Smoke uprising yonder from the sand.     A people comes with whom I may not be;

1.16 - MARTHAS GARDEN, #Faust, #Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #Poetry   The Name is sound and Smoke,   Obscuring Heaven's clear glow.

1.16 - PRAYER, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy   Lord, teach me to seek thee and reveal Thyself to me when I seek thee. For I cannot seek Thee except Thou teach me, nor find Thee except Thou reveal Thyself. Let me seek thee in longing, let me long for thee in seeking: let me find Thee in love and love Thee in finding. Lord, I acknowledge and I thank Thee that Thou hast created me in this thine image, in order that I may be mindful of Thee, may conceive of Thee and love Thee: but that image has been so consumed and wasted away by vices and obscured by the Smoke of wrong-doing that it cannot achieve that for which it was made, except Thou renew it and create it anew. Is the eye of the soul darkened by its infirmity, or dazzled by thy glory? Surely, it is both darkened in itself and dazzled by Thee. Lord, this is the unapproachable light in which Thou dwellest. Truly I see it not, because it is too bright for me; and yet whatever I see, I see through it, as the weak eye sees what it sees through the light of the sun, which in the sun itself it cannot look upon. Oh supreme and unapproachable light, oh holy and blessed truth, how far art thou from me who am so near to Thee, how far art Thou removed from my vision, though I am so near to thine! Everywhere Thou art wholly present, and I see Thee not. In Thee I move and in Thee I have my being, and cannot come to Thee, thou are within me and about me, and I feel Thee not.   St. Anselm

1.17 - M. AT DAKSHINEWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   He slowly left the room and prepared a Smoke. He who is one's own will not be angry even if scolded. What do you say?"   M: "That is true, sir."

1.18 - The Perils of the Soul, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism   nights he had smelt in his dreams the savoury smell of Smoked   crawfish seasoned with red pepper. Clearly some ill-wisher had set a

1.19 - Tabooed Acts, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism   bark, the stinking Smoke of which drives away evil spirits."   When Crevaux was travelling in South America he entered a village of

1.19 - The Practice of Magical Evocation, #The Practice of Magical Evocation, #Franz Bardon, #Occultism   For each act of censering only the point of a knife should be used either with the uniform drug or the mixture for each evocation. It is not necessary to fill the room with dense Smoke; it quite suffices just to have the smell of the relevant drugs.   Having done this, another preparatory step of the evocation has been completed, and you can now start with the actual evocation.

1.21 - A DAY AT DAKSHINESWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   "A man wanted a Smoke. He went to a neighbour's house to light his charcoal. It was the dead of night and the household was asleep. After he had knocked a great deal, someone came down to open the door. At sight of the man he asked, 'Hello! What's the matter?' The man replied: 'Can't you guess? You know how fond I am of smoking. I have come here to light my charcoal.' The neighbour said: 'Ha! Ha! You are a fine man indeed! You took the trouble to come and do all this knocking at the door! Why, you have a lighted lantern in your hand!' (All laugh.)   "What a man seeks is very near him. Still he wanders about from place to place."

1.21 - Tabooed Things, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism   put it in a potato, and hang the potato in the Smoke, uttering   certain spells as he does so in the belief that his foe will waste   away as the potato dries in the Smoke. Or he will put the spittle in   a frog and throw the animal into an inaccessible, unnavigable river,

1.21 - WALPURGIS-NIGHT, #Faust, #Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #Poetry   There fire and whirling Smoke I see.   They seek the Evil One in wild confusion:

1.24 - Necromancy and Spiritism, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy     It was the story of a Bolshevik who conversed with a corpse. He told it to me himself, and undoubtedly believed it, although he was an average tough Bolshevik who naturally disbelieved in Heaven and Hell and a Life beyond the Grave. This man was doing 'underground' revolutionary work in St. Petersburg when the War broke out; but he was caught by the police and exiled to the far north of Siberia. In the second winter of the War he escaped from his prison camp and reached an Eskimo village where they gave him shelter until the spring. They lived, he said, in beastly conditions, and the only one whom he could talk to was the Shaman, or medicine man, who knew a little Russian. The Shaman once boasted that he could foretell the future, which my Bolshevik friend ridiculed. The next day the Shaman took him to a cave in the side of a hill in which there was a big transparent block of ice enclosing the naked body of a man a white man, not a native apparently about thirty years of age with no sign of a wound anywhere. The man's head, which was clean-shaven, was outside the block of ice; the eyes were closed and the features were European. The shaman then lit a fire and burnt some leaves, threw powder on them muttering incantations, and there was a heavy aromatic Smoke. He said in Russian to the bolshevik, 'Ask what you want to know.' The Bolshevik spoke in German; he was sure that the Shaman knew no German, but he was equally sure he saw the lips move and heard it answer, clearly, in German.     He asked what would happen to Russia, and what would happen to him. From the moving lips of the corpse came the reply that Russia would be defeated in war and that there would be a revolution; the Tzar would be captured by his enemies and killed on the eve of rescue; he, the Bolshevik, would fight in the Revolution but would suffer no harm; later, he would be wounded fighting a foreign enemy, but would recover and live long.

1.24 - The Seventh Bolgia - Thieves. Vanni Fucci. Serpents., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity     As Smoke in air or in the water foam.     And therefore raise thee up, o'ercome the anguish

1.25 - ADVICE TO PUNDIT SHASHADHAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   The Master remained silent a few moments and then asked Pundit Shashadhar to have a Smoke. The Pundit went to the south east verandah to Smoke. Soon he came back to the room and sat on the floor with the devotees. Seated on the small couch, the Master continued the conversation.   MASTER (to the Pundit): "Let me tell you something. There are three kinds of nanda, joy: the joy of worldly enjoyment, the joy of worship, and the Joy of Brahman. The joy of worldly enjoyment is the joy of 'woman and gold', which people always enjoy. The joy of worship one enjoys while chanting the name and glories of God. And the Joy of Brahman is the joy of God-vision. After experiencing the joy of God-vision the rishis of olden times went beyond all rules and conventions.   --   The pundit and his friends saluted the Master and were about to take their leave. Sri Ramakrishna said to the pundit: "Come again. One hemp-Smoker rejoices in the company of another hemp-Smoker. They even embrace each other. But they hide at the sight of people not of their own kind. A cow licks the body of her calf; but she threatens a strange cow with her horns." (All laugh.)   The pundit left the room. With a smile the Master said: "He has become 'diluted' even in one day. Did you notice how modest he was? And he accepted everything I said."

1.25 - Vanni Fucci's Punishment. Agnello Brunelleschi, Buoso degli Abati, Puccio Sciancato, Cianfa de' Donati, and Guercio Cavalcanti., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   Smoked violently, and the Smoke commingled.   Henceforth be silent Lucan, where he mentions   --   In the other closes up, and the Smoke ceases.   The soul, which to a reptile had been changed,

1.27 - AT DAKSHINESWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   When the Master returned to his room, he could not find his umbrella and exclaimed: "You have all forgotten the umbrella! The busybody doesn't see a thing even when it is very near him. A man went to a friend's house to light the charcoal for his Smoke, though all the time he had a lighted lantern in his hand. Another man looked everywhere for his towel. Finally he discovered that it had been on his shoulder all the time."   It was about one o'clock in the afternoon. The Master ate the prasad from the Kli temple. Then he wanted to rest awhile, but the devotees were still sitting in his room.   --   Om! Om! Om Kli!" Again he said, "Let me have a Smoke." Many of the devotees stood around. Mahimacharan was fanning him. The Master asked him to sit down and recite from the scriptures. Mahimacharan recited from the Mahanirvana Tantra: Om; I bow to Thee, the Everlasting Cause of the world; I bow to Thee, Pure Consciousness, the Soul that sustains the whole universe.   I bow to Thee, who art One without duality, who dost bestow liberation; I bow to Thee, Brahman, the all-pervading Attri buteless Reality.   --   HAZRA (to the younger Gopal): "Please prepare a Smoke for him [meaning the Master]."   MASTER (smiling): "Why don't you admit that you want it?" (All laugh.) MUKHERJI (to Hazra): "You must have learnt much wisdom from him [meaning the Master]."   --   MASTER: "It is the nature of the hemp-Smoker to make merry in the company of another hemp-Smoker. He will not talk even to an amir, but he will embrace a wretched hemp-Smoker if he happens to meet one." (All laugh.) It was about nine o'clock. The Mukherji brothers saluted the Master and went away.   Adhar and M. sat on the floor in the Master's room while he talked to Adhar about Rkhl .

1.28 - The Killing of the Tree-Spirit, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism   meeting-place, where they Smoke the long clay pipes which are   distributed at funerals. On the morning of Shrove Tuesday in the

1.29 - What is Certainty?, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy   They had to be relayed at Yung Chang, and both the operators had taken ten days off to Smoke opium, sensible fellows!   But Hermes Trismegistus is not content with any such fugues as the Astronomer, however cunning and colossal his Organ; his Third Degree demands much more than this. The Astronomer's estimate has puttied every tiniest crack, he concedes it, but then waves it brusquely away: all the time the door is standing wide open!

1.2 - Katha Upanishads, #Kena and Other Upanishads, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   man; He is like a blazing fire that is without Smoke, He is   lord of His past and His future. He alone is today and He

1.30 - Other Falsifiers or Forgers. Gianni Schicchi, Myrrha, Adam of Brescia, Potiphar's Wife, and Sinon of Troy., #The Divine Comedy, #Dante Alighieri, #Christianity   That Smoke like unto a wet hand in winter,   Lying there close upon thy right-hand confines?"

1.3.4.02 - The Hour of God, #Essays Divine And Human, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   There are moments when the Spirit moves among men and the breath of the Lord is abroad upon the waters of our being; there are others when it retires and men are left to act in the strength or the weakness of their own egoism. The first are periods when even a little effort produces great results and changes destiny; the second are spaces of time when much labour goes to the making of a little result. It is true that the latter may prepare the former, may be the little Smoke of sacrifice going up to heaven which calls down the rain of God's bounty. Unhappy is the man or the nation which, when the divine moment arrives, is found sleeping or unprepared to use it, because the lamp has not been kept trimmed for the welcome and the ears are sealed to the call. But thrice woe to them who are strong and ready, yet waste the force or misuse the moment; for them is irreparable loss or a great destruction.   In the hour of God cleanse thy soul of all self-deceit and hypocrisy and vain self-flattering that thou mayst look straight into thy spirit and hear that which summons it. All insincerity of nature, once thy defence against the eye of the Master and the light of the ideal, becomes now a gap in thy armour and invites the blow. Even if thou conquer for the moment, it is the worse for thee, for the blow shall come afterwards and cast thee down in the midst of thy triumph. But being pure cast aside all fear; for the hour is often terrible, a fire and a whirlwind and a tempest, a treading of the winepress of the wrath of God; but he who can stand up in it on the truth of his purpose is he who shall stand; even though he fall, he shall rise again, even though he seem to pass on the wings of the wind, he shall return. Nor let worldly prudence whisper too closely in thy ear; for it is the hour of the unexpected, the incalculable, the immeasurable. Mete not the

1.3 - Mundaka Upanishads, #Kena and Other Upanishads, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   4. Kali, the black, Karali, the terrible, Manojava, thoughtswift, Sulohita, blood-red, Sudhumravarna, Smoke-hued,   Sphulingini, scattering sparks, Vishwaruchi, the all-beautiful, these are the seven swaying tongues of the fire.

1.51 - How to Recognise Masters, Angels, etc., and how they Work, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy     Kindly read over the entry of January 12 with care exceeding. Now then: On Friday, January 30, I went to Paris, to buy pencils, Mandarin, a palette, Napoleon Brandy, canvases and other appurtenances of the artist's dismal trade. I took occasion to call upon an old mistress of mine, Jane Chron, concerning who see Equinox Vol. I, "Three Poems." She has never had the slightest interest in occult matters, and she has never done any work in her life, even of the needlework order. I had seen her once before since my escape from America, and she said she had something to show me, but I took no particular notice, and she did not insist. My object in calling on this second occasion was multiple: I wanted to see the man with whom she is living, who has not yet returned from Russia; I wanted to make love to her; and wanted to Smoke a few pipes of opium with her, she being a devotee of that great and terrible God.     Consider now: the Work whereby I am a Magus began in Cairo (1904) with the discovery of the Stl of Ankh-f-n-Khonsu, in which the principal object is the Body of our Lady Nuit. It is reproduced in colours in the Equinox, Vol. I, No. 7. Jane Chron has a copy of this book. On Friday afternoon, then, I was in her apartment. I had attained none of my objectives in calling on her, and was about to depart. She detained me to show me this "something." She went and took a folded cloth from a drawer. "Shut your eyes," she said.

1.52 - Killing the Divine Animal, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism   buckskin, it still hangs from the Smoke-stained rafters of my   brother's house. Once a Navajo tried to buy it for a ladle; loaded   --   through the Smoke-hole. Rice and wild potatoes are then offered to   the head, and a pipe, tobacco, and matches are considerately placed   --   through the Smoke-hole; a quiver full of arrows is laid under the   head and beside it are deposited tobacco, sugar, and other food. The

1.53 - The Propitation of Wild Animals By Hunters, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism   the bowl, filling the beast's mouth with Smoke. Then he begged the   bear not to be angry at having been killed, and not to thwart him   --   buy arms; we will carry your Smoked hams to our children; we will   keep the dogs from eating your bones, which are so hard."   --   the Smoke-hole, or by a special opening at the back of the hut.   With some savages a special reason for respecting the bones of game,

1.56 - The Public Expulsion of Evils, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism   village. So the witches are Smoked out of their lurking-places and   driven away. The custom of expelling the witches on Walpurgis Night   --   order that the pungent Smoke may drive witches and evil spirits far   away from house and homestead; and on Christmas Eve and New Year's

1.57 - Beings I have Seen with my Physical Eye, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy   The temple was approximately 16 feet by 8, and 12 high. A small "double- cube" altar of acacia was in the centre of a circle; outside this was a triangle in which it was proposed to get the demon to appear. The room was thick with the Smoke of incense, some that of Abramelin, but mostly, in a special censer in the triangle, Dittany of Crete (we decided to use this, as H.P.B. once said that its magical virtue was greater than that of any other herb).   As the ceremony proceeded, we were aware that the Smoke was not uniform in thickness throughout the room, but tended to be almost opaquely dense in some parts of it, all but clear in others. This effect was much more definite than could possibly be explained by draughts, of by our own movements. Presently it gathered itself together still more completely, until it was roughly as if a column of Smoke were rising from the tri- angle, leaving the rest of the room practically clear.   Finally, at the climax of the ritual we had got as far as the "stronger and more potent conjuration" we both saw, vaguely enough, but yet beyond doubt, parts of a quite definite figure. In particular, there was a helmet suggesting Athene (or horror! Brittania!), part of a tunic or chlamys, and very solid footgear. (I thought of "the well-greaved Greeks.") Now this was very far from satisfactory; it corres- ponded in no wise with the appearance of Buer which the Goetia had led us to expect. Worse, this was as far as it went; no doubt, seeing it at all had disturbed our concentration. (This is where training in Yoga would have helped our Magick.) From that point it was all a wash-out. We could not get back the enthusiasm necessary to persist. We called it a day, did the banishings, closed the temple, and went to bed with our tails between our legs.

1.57 - Public Scapegoats, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism   in the direction of the Smoke, and are believed to carry the disease   with them. If they fail, goats are tried, and last of all pigs. When

1.59 - Killing the God in Mexico, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism   flute, to Smoke cigars and to snuff at flowers with a dandified air.   He was honourably lodged in the temple, where the nobles waited on

1.62 - The Fire-Festivals of Europe, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism   Smoke and flames as a sure means of guarding them against sickness   and witchcraft. In some communes it was believed that the livelier   --   Smoke blew from the fire. If it blew towards the corn-fields, it was   a sign that the harvest would be abundant. On the same day, in some   --   ran through the Smoke shouting, "Fire! blaze and burn the witches;   fire! fire! burn the witches." In some districts a large round cake   --   burned bones and filth of various kinds to make a foul Smoke, and   that the Smoke drove away certain noxious dragons which at this   time, excited by the summer heat, copulated in the air and poisoned   --   through the Smoke or flames; and sometimes they drive the cattle   also through the fire in order to protect the animals against   --   people take hands and leap in pairs through the Smoke, if not   through the flames; and after that the cattle in their turn are   --   Smoke might pass over the corn; and they folded their cattle and   carried blazing furze or gorse round them several times. In Ireland   --   Plants which in burning give out a thick Smoke and an aromatic smell   are much sought after for fuel on these occasions; among the plants   --   especially their children, to the Smoke, and drive it towards the   orchards and the crops. Also they leap across the fires; in some   --   beneficial effect is attributed wholly to the Smoke, which is   supposed to be endued with a magical quality that removes misfortune   --   thus lying allowed the Smoke to roll over him. The others ran   through the Smoke and jumped over their prostrate comrade. When the   heap was burned down, they scattered the ashes, vying with each   --   horses. Sometimes they were driven twice or thrice through the Smoke   and flames, so that occasionally some of them were scorched to   --   attri buted to the Smoke of the bonfire; in Sweden fruit-trees and   nets were fumigated with it, in order that the trees might bear

1.63 - The Interpretation of the Fire-Festivals, #The Golden Bough, #James George Frazer, #Occultism   avoid so many ills by the application of fire and Smoke, of embers   and ashes? Two different explanations of the fire-festivals have   --   Mountains, when the Smoke blows towards the corn-fields, this is an   omen that the harvest will be abundant. But the older view may have   been not merely that the Smoke and flames prognosticated, but that   they actually produced an abundant harvest, the heat of the flames   --   order that the Smoke might blow over them. So in South Africa, about   the month of April, the Matabeles light huge fires to the windward   of their gardens, "their idea being that the Smoke, by passing over   the crops, will assist the ripening of them." Among the Zulus also   --   holy oil, laurel leaves, and wormwood to make a Smoke. The fumes are   supposed to ascend to the clouds and stupefy the witches, so that

17.02 - Hymn to the Sun, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 05, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga    I saw from afar the Smoke in its energy spreading high and wide.    The heroes prepare the dappled Scatterer even like food; such were the first and pristine laws. [43]

1.70 - Morality 1, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy   Drink not; Smoke not; deny the will!   Wine and tobacco make us ill."

1.71 - Morality 2, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy   I think this idea is a monstrous growth upon the tetanus-soaked soil of your fear of "the senses." Observe how all these mealy-mouthed prigs develop their distrust of Life until hardly an action remains that is not "dangerous" or in some way harmful. They dare not Smoke, drink, love do anything natural to them. They are right!! The Self in them is Guilt, a marsh miasmal of foul pestilence. Last, since "nature, though one expel it with a pitchfork, always returns," they do their "sins" in secret, and pile hypocrisy upon the summit of all their other vices.   I cannot write more; it makes me too sad. I hope there is no need. Do be your Self, the radiant Daughter of the Muse!

18.04 - Modern Poems, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 05, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga    The body drunk with the black Smoke of gold    is sunk in a swoon

1.83 - Epistola Ultima, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy   On this view indeed, one might laughingly remark that Yoga at its best is a Smoke-screen thrown out by a battleship in self-protection.   It may seem to you strange as you read this letter to have watched how the pendulum has swung always a little more and more towards the side of Magick. I do not know why this should have been, but that it is so I have no doubt whatever. I see quite clearly now that Yoga from its very first beginnings is liable to lead the mind away into a condition of muddle, and though for each such state Yoga itself provides the necessary cure, may not one ask oneself if it is really wise to begin one's work with axioms and postulates which are inherently dangerous. The whole controversy might be expressed as a differential equation. Their curves become identical only at infinity, and there is no doubt, at least to my mind, that the curve of Magick follows a more pleasant track than that of Yoga.

1913 02 08p, #Prayers And Meditations, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga    O Lord, Thou art my refuge and my blessing, my strength, my health, my hope, and my courage. Thou art supreme Peace, unalloyed Joy, perfect Serenity. My whole being prostrates before Thee in a gratitude beyond measure and a ceaseless worship; and that worship goes up from my heart and my mind towards Thee like the pure Smoke of incense of the perfumes of India.    Let me be Thy herald among men, so that all who are ready may taste the beatitude that Thou grantest me in Thy infinite Mercy, and let Thy Peace reign upon earth.

1913 08 17p, #Prayers And Meditations, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga    O Lord, Master of our life, let us soar very high above all care for our material preservation. Nothing is more humiliating and depressing than these thoughts so constantly turned towards the preservation of the body, these preoccupations with health, the means of subsistence, the framework of life. How very insignificant is all this, a thin Smoke that a simple breath can disperse or a single thought turned towards Thee dispel like a vain mirage!    Deliver those who are in this bondage, O Lord, even as those who are the slaves of passion. On the path that leads to Thee these obstacles are at once terrible and puerileterrible for those who are yet under their sway, puerile for one who has passed beyond.

1913 11 28p, #Prayers And Meditations, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga    A silent hymn of praise rises from my heart like the white Smoke of incense of the perfumes of the East.    And in the serenity of a perfect surrender, I bow to Thee in the light of the rising day.

1914 06 04p, #Prayers And Meditations, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga    O thou who triumphest over all obstacles, Thou shalt be in us the victory over all that would be an obstacle to the accomplishment of Thy divine law. Thou wilt dispel the darkness of ignorance and the black Smoke of egoistic ill-will; Thou wilt dissolve all wrong suggestions and streng then in us a pure and clear vision and the perspicacity which does not let itself be deceived by disruptive thoughts and conflicting wills for disorder.    O my sweet Master, Thy infinite love is the reality of our being; who can struggle against its all-powerful action? It penetrates everything, it passes through every obstacle, whether it be the inertia of a heavy ignorance or the resistance of an uncomprehending ill-will. O my sweet Master, through and by this love, Thou shinest resplendent in all things, and this splendour of Thine, ever-increasing in its force, shall radiate its action over all the earth and become perceptible to every consciousness.

1953-04-01, #Questions And Answers 1953, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga    Dont you know what a homogeneous thing is, made up of all similar parts? That means the whole being must be under the same influence, same consciousness, same tendency, same will. We are formed of all kinds of different pieces. They become active one after another. According to the part that is active, one is quite another person, becomes almost another personality. For instance, one had an aspiration at first, felt that everything existed only for the Divine, then something happens, somebody comes along, one has to do something, and everything disappears. One tries to recall the experience, not even the memory of the experience remains. One is completely under another influence, one wonders how this could have happened. There are examples of double, triple, quadruple personalities, altogether unconscious of themselves. But it is not about this I am speaking; I am speaking about something which has happened to all of you: you have had an experience, and for some time you have felt, understood that this experience was the only thing that was important, that had an absolute valuehalf an hour later you try to recall it, it is like a Smoke that vanishes. The experience has disappeared. And yet half an hour ago it was there and so powerful. It is because one is made of all kinds of different things. The body is like a bag with pebbles and pearls all mixed up, and it is only the bag which keeps all that together. This is not a homogeneous, uniform consciousness but a heterogeneous one.    You can be a different person at different moments in your life. I know people who took decisions, had a strong will, knew what they wanted and prepared to do it. Then there was a little reversal in the being; another part came up and spoilt all the work in ten minutes. What had been accomplished in two months was all undone. When the first part comes back it is in dismay, it says: What! Then the whole work has to be started again, slowly. Hence it is evident that it is very important to become aware of the psychic being; one must have a kind of signpost or a mirror in which all things are reflected and show themselves as they truly are. And then, according to what they are, one puts them in one place or another; one begins to explain, to organise. That takes time. The same part comes back three or four times and every part that comes up says: Put me in the first place; what the others do is not important, not at all important, it is I who will decide, for I am the most important. I am sure that if you look at yourself, you will see that theres not one among you who has not had the experience. You want to become conscious, to have goodwill, you have understood, your aspiration is shiningall is brilliant, illuminated; but all of a sudden something happens, a useless conversation, some unfortunate reading, and that upsets everything. Then one thinks that it was an illusion one lived in, that all things were seen from a certain angle.

1953-08-05, #Questions And Answers 1953, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga    But receptivity opens to other levels. Those who live in a world of desires and passions, increase their vital receptivity so much at times that it reaches proportions very unpleasant to themselves and to their surroundings. And then there are those who live in the mental consciousness; their mental receptivity grows very much. All who create mentally, study and live in mental activity, if the mental activity is constant, can progress indefinitely. Mind in the human being does not stop functioning even when the physical instrument has deteriorated. It may no longer manifest its intelligence materially, if there is a lesion in the brain, for example, but nothing can prevent the mind itself, independently of the instrument, from progressing, from continuing to grow. It is a being that lasts infinitely longer than the physical. It is still young when physically one is already old. Only when you do not take enough care to keep your brain in a good state, only if accidents occur and there are lesions then you can no longer express yourself. But the mind in itself continues to grow. And those who have a sufficient physical balance, for example, those who have not gone to excesses of any kind, who have never mistreated their body, who have never poisoned themselves like most peoplewho have never Smoked, drunk alcohol and so onkeep their brain in a relatively good condition and they can progress, even in their expression, till the end of their life. It is only if in the last years of their life they make a kind of withdrawal within themselves, that they lose their power of expression. But the mind goes on progressing.    The vital is by nature immortal. But it is not organised, and in its normal state, it is over-excited, full of contradictory passions and impulses. So with all that it destroys itself. But otherwise the elements continue to exist. A desire, a passion is a very living thing and continues to live for a very long time, even independently of the being who is subjected to them, I might say, rather than creates them, because they are things that one is subjected to, that rush upon you from outside like a storm that seizes you and carries you away, unless you keep very calm like that, very still, very quiet, as though one were clinging to something solid and immobile in oneself, allowing the storm to pass over when it begins to blowit blows, but one must not stir, one must not let oneself tremble or shiver or shake; one must remain altogether immobile and know that these are passing storms. And when the storm has blown over, it passes and goes away; then one can heave a deep breath and resume ones normal balance; and there has been only a minimum destruction. In such cases, generally, things turn out well in the end.

1954-03-24 - Dreams and the condition of the stomach - Tobacco and alcohol - Nervousness - The centres and the Kundalini - Control of the senses, #Questions And Answers 1954, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Why? Because, they do so. There is no moral reason. It is a fact. There is a poison in alcohol, there is a poison in tobacco; and this poison goes into the cells and damages them. Alcohol is never expelled, so to say; it accumulates in a certain part of the brain, and then, after the accumulation, these cells no longer function at allsome people even go mad because of it, that is what is called delirium tremens, the result of having swallowed too much alcohol which is not absorbed but remain in this way concentrated in the brain. And it is so radical even that There is a province in France, for instance, which produces wine, a wine with a very low percentage of alcohol: I believe it is four or five per cent, a very low percentage, you understand; and these people, because they make it, drink wine as one drinks water. They drink it neat, and after some time they become ill. They have cerebral disorders. I knew people of this kind, the brain was disordered, didnt function any more. And tobacconicotine is a very serious poison. It is a poison that destroys the cells. I have said that it is a slow poison because one doesnt feel it immediately except when one Smokes for the first time and it makes one very ill. And this should make you understand that it ought not to be done. Only, people are so stupid that they think it is a weakness and so continue until they get used to the poison. And the body no longer reacts, it allows itself to be destroyed without reacting: you get rid of the reaction.   It is the same thing physically as morally. When you do something you ought not to do and your psychic tells you in its still small voice not to do it, then if you do it in spite of that, after a while it will no longer tell you anything, and you will no longer have any inner reactions at all to your bad actions, because you have refused to listen to the voice when it spoke to you. And then, naturally, you go from bad to worse and tumble into the hole. Well, for tobacco it is the same thing: the first time the body reacts violently, it vomits, it tells you, I dont want it at any cost. You compel it with your mental and vital stupidity, you force it to do so; it doesnt react any longer and so lets itself be poisoned gradually until it decomposes. The functioning deteriorates; it is the nerves that are affected; they no longer transmit the will because they are affected, they are poisoned. They no longer have the strength to transmit the will. And finally people begins to tremble, they have nervous movements. There are quite a few, one doesnt need to go very far to find them. And they are like that only because they have committed excesses: they drank and Smoked. And when they lift an object, their hands shake (gesture). Thats what one gets by doing this.   Some people have a well-developed body but in spite of that they are very nervous. Then?

1955-02-09 - Desire is contagious - Primitive form of love - the artists delight - Psychic need, mind as an instrument - How the psychic being expresses itself - Distinguishing the parts of ones being - The psychic guides - Illness - Mothers vision, #Questions And Answers 1955, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   It must be the most favourable condition for painting in the latest style, it must be the very height of fever. Oh, I suspect they produce this by artificial means. God knows what drug they take or what kind of hashish they eat or Smoke, in what opium dreams they livesurely. People who Smoke opium say they have marvellous visions. It must be something like that. (Laughter)   I am speaking to you about this because soon perhaps you will be shown a collection of coloured photographs which we have received from a photographer in I think its California. Los Angeles is in California, isnt it? (Mother asks Pavitra) I still know my geography!

1956-02-15 - Nature and the Master of Nature - Conscious intelligence - Theory of the Gita, not the whole truth - Surrender to the Lord - Change of nature, #Questions And Answers 1956, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   I heard this when I was in France; there are people who explain the Gita, saying there is no flame without Smokewhich is not true. And starting from that they say, Life is like that and you cant change it, its like that. All you can do is to pass over to the side of the Purusha, become the governing force instead of being the force that is governed. Thats all. But, as Sri Aurobindo says at the end, it is the theory of the Gita, its not the whole truth; it is only a partial way of seeing thingsuseful, practical, convenient, but not wholly true.   If that is so, how is it that some of the disciples of Sri Aurobindo preach the message of the Gita for the salvation of the world?

1956-04-04 - The witness soul - A Gita enthusiast - Propagandist spirit, Tolstoys son, #Questions And Answers 1956, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   No, that was one way of understanding the Gita; these people always quote I believe in a truncated form the sentence about there being no fire without Smoke.1 Perhaps this was true a thousand years ago or even five hundred years ago, but now it is a stupidity. So you cant use this sentence to explain things: Why do you worry about the state the world is in?There is no fire without Smoke.   It is not true.   --     Perhaps Mother was referring to the following two verses of the Gita: "All existences follow their nature and what shall coercing it avail? Even the man of knowledge acts according to his own nature.... As a fire is covered over by Smoke and a mirror by dust, as an embryo is wrapped by the amnion, so knowledge is enveloped by desire." (3. 33, 38)   ***

1956-07-25 - A complete act of divine love - How to listen - Sports programme same for boys and girls - How to profit by stay at Ashram - To Women about Their Body, #Questions And Answers 1956, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   I dont know if any of you are so fond of music as to know how to hear it. But if you want to listen to music, you must create an absolute silence in your head, you must not follow or accept a single thought, and must be entirely concentrated, like a sort of screen which receives, without movement or noise, the vibration of the music. That is the only way, there is no other, the only way of hearing music and understanding it. If you admit in the least the movements and fancies of your thought, the whole value of the music escapes you. Well, to understand a teaching which is not quite of the ordinary material kind but implies an opening to something more deep within, this necessity of silence is far greater still. If, instead of listening to what you are told, you begin to jump on the idea in order to ask another question or even to discuss what is said under the false pretext of understanding better, all that you are told passes like Smoke without leaving any effect.   Similarly, when you have an experience, you must never, during the period of the experience, try to understand what it is, for you immediately cause it to vanish, or you deform it and take away its purity; in the same way, if you want a spiritual teaching to enter into you, you must be absolutely immobile in your head, immobile like a mirror which not only reflects but absorbs the ray of light, lets it enter and go deep within, so that from the depths of your consciousness it may spring up again, some day or other, in the form of knowledge.

1956-10-24 - Taking a new body - Different cases of incarnation - Departure of soul from body, #Questions And Answers 1956, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   It is said that after death, the soul of one who has done good deeds takes the path of the ancestors, pitriyana, it becomes Smoke, night, etc., attains to the world of the fathers and finally to the lunar paradise. The Brahmasutra deduces from this that the soul takes with it all the elements, even those of the subtle physical, which will be needed in the next incarnation.   So a question:

1957-05-08 - Vital excitement, reason, instinct, #Questions And Answers 1957-1958, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   I remember a man who came here a very long time ago, to stand as a candidate for the government. It so happened that he was introduced to me because they wanted my opinion of him, and so he asked me questions about the Ashram and the life we lead here, and about what I considered to be an indispensable discipline for life. This man used to Smoke the whole day and drank much more than was necessary, and so he complained, you see, that he was often tired and sometimes could not control himself. I told him, You know, first of all, you must stop smoking and you must stop drinking. He looked at me with an unbelievable bewilderment and said, But then, if one doesnt either Smoke or drink, it is not worth living! I told him, If you are still at that stage, it is no use saying anything more.   And this is much more frequent than one thinks. To us it seems absurd, for we have something else which is of course more interesting than smoking and drinking, but for ordinary men the satisfaction of their desires is the very reason for existence. For them it seems to be an affirmation of their independence and their purpose in life. And it is simply a perversion, a deformation which is a denial of the life-instinct, it is an unhealthy interference of thought and vital impulse in physical life. It is an unhealthy impulse which does not usually exist even in animals. In this case, instinct in animals is infinitely more reasonable than human instinctwhich, besides, doesnt exist any more, which has been replaced by a very perverted impulse.

1.ac - The Neophyte, #Crowley - Poems, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy   And Smoke of mighty pillars; yet my mind   Is clouded with the horror of this same

1.ami - To the Saqi (from Baal-i-Jibreel), #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction    English version by Naeem Siddiqui Original Language Urdu Look! What wonders the spring has wrought! The river bank is a paradise! Rose-embowered glades, Blossoming jasmine and hyacinth, And violets, the envy of the skies!. Rainbow colours transformed Into a chorus of rapturous sounds, And the harmony of flowers The hillside is carnation-red; In the languid haze, the air Seems drunk with the beauty of life! The brook, on the heights of the hill, Dances to its own music. The world is dizzy in a pageant of colour! My rosy-cheeked Cup-bearer! The voice of spring is the voice of life! But the spring lasts not for ever; So bring me the cup that tears all veils -- The wine that brightens life -- The wine that intoxicates the world -- The wine in which flows The music of everlasting life, The wine that reveals eternity's secret. Unveil the secrets, O Saqi. Look! The world has changed apace! New are the songs, and new is the music; The West's magic has dissolved; The West's magicians are bewildered; Old politics has lost its game; The world is tired of kings; Gone are the days of the rich; Gone is the jugglery of old; Awake is China's sleeping giant; The Himalayas' torrents are unleashed; Sinai is riven; Moses awaits the light divine. The Muslim says that God is One But his heart is Still a heathen: Culture, sufism, rites and rthetoric, All adore non- Arab idols; The truth was lost in trifles, And the nation was lost in conventions. The speaker's rhetoric is enchanting, But is devoid of passion; It is clothed in logic neat, But lost in a maze of words; The sufi, unique in the love of truth, Unique in the love of God, Was lost in un-Islamic thought; Was lost in the hierarchic quest; The fire of love is extinguished, And a Muslim is a heap of ashes, O Saqi! Give me the old wine again! Let the potent cup go round! Let me soar on the wings of love; Make my dust bright-pinioned; Make wisdom free; And make the young guide the old; Thou it is that nourishest. this nation; Thou it is that canst sustain it; Urge them to move, to stir; Give them Ali's heart; give them Siddiq's passion; Let the same old love pierce their hearts; Awaken in them a burning zeal; Let the stars throw down their spears, And let the earth's dwellers tremble Give the young a passion that consumes; Give them my vision, my love of God; Free my boat from the whirlpool's grip, And make it move forward-, Reveal to me the secrets of life, For thou knowest them all; The treasures of a fakir like me Are suffused, unsleeping eyes, And secret yearnings of the heart-, My anguished sighs at night, My solitude in the world of men, My hopes and my fears, My quest untiring, My nature an arena of thought A mirror of the world. My heart a battlefield of life, With armies of suspicion, And bastions of certitude; With these treasures I am More rich than the richest of all. Let the young join my throng, And let them find an anchor of hope. The sea of life has its ebb and flow-, In every atom's heart is the pulse of life; It manifests itself in the body, As a flame conceals a wave of Smoke; Contact with the earth was harsh for it, But it liked the labour; It is in motion, and not in motion; Tired of the elements' shackles; A unity, imprisoned by plurality; But always unique, unequalled. It has made this dome of myriad glass; It has carved this pantheon. It does not repeat its craft For thou art not me, and I am not thou; It has created the world of men, And remains in solitude, Its brightness is seen in the stars, And in the lustre of pearls-, To it belong the wildernesses, The flowers and the thorns; Mountains sometimes are shaken by its might; It captures angels and nymphs; It makes the eagle pounce on a prey, And leave a blood-stained body. Every atom throbs with life; Rest is an illusion; Life's journey pauses not, For every moment is a new glory; Life, thou thinkest, is a mystery; Life is a delight in eternal flight; Life has seen many ups and downs; It loves a journey, not a goal. Movement is life's being; Movement is truth, pause is a mirage. Life's enjoyment is in perils, In facing ups and downs; In the world beyond Life stalked for death, But the impulse to procreate Peopled the world of man and beast. Flowers blossomed and dropped From this tree of life. Fools think life is ephemeral; Life renews itself for ever -- Moving fast as a flash, Moving to eternity in a breath; Time, a chain of days and nights, Is the ebb and flow of breath. This flow of breath is like a sword, Selfhood is its sharpness; Selfhood is the secret of life; It is the world's awakening, Selfhood is solitary, absorbed, An ocean enclosed in a drop; It shines in light and in darkness, Existent in, but away from, thee and me. The dawn of life behind it, eternity before, It has no frontiers before, no frontiers behind. Afloat on the river of time, Bearing the buffets of the waves, Changing the course of its quest, Shifting its glance from time to time; For it a hill is a grain of sand, Mountains are shattered by its blows; A journey is its beginning and end, And this is the secret of its being. It is the moon's beam, the spark in the flint, Colourless itself, though infused with colours, No concern has it with the calculus of space, With linear time's limits, with the finitude of life. It manifested itself in man's essence of dust, After an eternity of a strife to be born. It is in thy heart that Selfhood has an abode, As heaven has its abode in the cornea of thy eye. To one who guards his Selfhood, The living that demeans it, is poison; He accepts only a living, That keeps his self- esteem; Keep away from royal pomp, Keep thy Selfhood free; Thou shouldst bow in prayer, Not bow to a human being. This myriad-coloured world, Under the sentence of death, This world of sight and sound, I Where life means eating and drinking, Is Selfhood's initial stage; It is not thy abode, O traveller! This dust-bowl is not the source of thy fire; The world is for thee, not thou for the world. Demolish this illusion of' time and space; Selfhood is the Tiger of God, the world is its prey; The earth is its prey, the heavens are its prey; Other worlds there are, still awaiting birth, The earth-born are not the centre of all life; They all await thy assault, Thy cataclysmic thought and deed; Days and nights revolve, To reveal thy Selfhood to thee; Thou art the architect of the world. Words fail to convey the truth; Truth is the mirror, words its shade; Though the breath is a burning flame, The flame has limited bounds. 'If now I soar any farther, The vision will sear my wings.' <

1f.lovecraft - Ashes, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    He paused, dramatically, and blew a few rings of Smoke in the air.    I smiled. Many a weird tale I had listened to over that self-same

1f.lovecraft - At the Mountains of Madness, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    extinct as a volcano. Puffs of Smoke from Erebus came intermittently,    and one of the graduate assistantsa brilliant young fellow named   --    conceal. We wondered, too, whether the trace of mountain-top Smoke at    first suspected by poor Lake, as well as the odd haze we had ourselves

1f.lovecraft - Deaf, Dumb, and Blind, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    terrible winter night in 1819 when the stinking Smoke had poured from    the chimney and they found Tanners body in therewith that expression   --    Smoke! Just a faint sulfurous trace, but one which is unmistakable to    my keenly attuned nostrils. So faint, indeed, that it is impossible for   --    over all, impenetrable clouds of black, noxious, malicious Smoke    polluting the peaceful sky. The air of the room is saturated with   --    the Ocypetean fumes . . . Smoke such as is associated only with    appalling catastrophes . . . acrid, stinking, mephitic Smoke permeated    with the revolting odor of burning flesh add-column2log.sh addlist addlist2 addlist3 Agenda_header Agenda_Vol_1 Agenda_works1 allpoetry_authors allpoetry_authors2 allpoetry_authors3 aplayer.sh asay_loop.sh author_sampler.sh BACKUPS bashrc-BACKUP bind_arrowkeys.sh black_wallpaper.jpg book_editting.sh center.sh changedir.sh checkcrontemp.sh chiktemp chiktemp2 chiktemp3 chiktemp4 cw.sh date-2-masslog.sh Desktop docprocessor.sh Documents Downloads eth96l ethnow.sh for_newfull getaddress.sh getbook.sh getchik.sh getlovecraft.sh getsource.sh history_su ifempty.sh if.sh infinite_alarm.sh infinite_sav.sh keys_authoring.sh lambda2.sh lambda.sh lesserlog.sh lesslog.sh majlog.sh map-math.sh map.sh mem_encoder.sh mem_player.sh Music mypoeticside new_subject.sh new_texts organism-quotes Pictures poe-poems POS_file.sh Public quicklisp quotes_switcher.sh randomfooterwp.sh random_sentence.sh random-test.sh read.sh result2.png result.png rip_pic.sh sav_wp.sh say_loop.sh screenshot2.sh screenshot.sh sed1JnlSk sent_compressor.sh simple_az_loop.sh simple_for_loop.sh simple_for_savitri.sh simple_infinite_loop2.sh simple_infinite_loop3.sh simple_infinite_loop.sh SITEMAP sourcerer.sh Steam subject_grouping.sh subject_tagging_keys.sh subject_tagging_newfull.sh subject_tagging.sh T1_wp.sh temp temp4 temp_christ Templates temp-wordlist temp-wordlist2 terminal_colors2.sh terminal_colors.sh test15.sh test_for_loop.sh test.sh timestamp.sh Videos walt-poems when.sh wikipedia-extractor.sh will-wordsworth-poems WORDLIST wordlist-backup-daily.sh wordlist-backup.sh wordlisteditcode.sh wordlistedit.sh wordlisteditxed.sh wp_maker.sh xdo_download_agenda_audio.sh xdo_grab_agenda.sh add-column2log.sh addlist addlist2 addlist3 Agenda_header Agenda_Vol_1 Agenda_works1 allpoetry_authors allpoetry_authors2 allpoetry_authors3 aplayer.sh asay_loop.sh author_sampler.sh BACKUPS bashrc-BACKUP bind_arrowkeys.sh black_wallpaper.jpg book_editting.sh center.sh changedir.sh checkcrontemp.sh chiktemp chiktemp2 chiktemp3 chiktemp4 cw.sh date-2-masslog.sh Desktop docprocessor.sh Documents Downloads eth96l ethnow.sh for_newfull getaddress.sh getbook.sh getchik.sh getlovecraft.sh getsource.sh history_su ifempty.sh if.sh infinite_alarm.sh infinite_sav.sh keys_authoring.sh lambda2.sh lambda.sh lesserlog.sh lesslog.sh majlog.sh map-math.sh map.sh mem_encoder.sh mem_player.sh Music mypoeticside new_subject.sh new_texts organism-quotes Pictures poe-poems POS_file.sh Public quicklisp quotes_switcher.sh randomfooterwp.sh random_sentence.sh random-test.sh read.sh result2.png result.png rip_pic.sh sav_wp.sh say_loop.sh screenshot2.sh screenshot.sh sed1JnlSk sent_compressor.sh simple_az_loop.sh simple_for_loop.sh simple_for_savitri.sh simple_infinite_loop2.sh simple_infinite_loop3.sh simple_infinite_loop.sh SITEMAP sourcerer.sh Steam subject_grouping.sh subject_tagging_keys.sh subject_tagging_newfull.sh subject_tagging.sh T1_wp.sh temp temp4 temp_christ Templates temp-wordlist temp-wordlist2 terminal_colors2.sh terminal_colors.sh test15.sh test_for_loop.sh test.sh timestamp.sh Videos walt-poems when.sh wikipedia-extractor.sh will-wordsworth-poems WORDLIST wordlist-backup-daily.sh wordlist-backup.sh wordlisteditcode.sh wordlistedit.sh wordlisteditxed.sh wp_maker.sh xdo_download_agenda_audio.sh xdo_grab_agenda.sh *   --    house cannot be on fire, for every vestige of the torturous Smoke is    gone. I cannot detect a single trace of it, though I have been sniffing

1f.lovecraft - He, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    that all the world is but the Smoke of our intellects; past the bidding    of the vulgar, but by the wise to be puffed out and drawn in like any   --    their sisters, and a faint haze of wood Smoke hovering over the whole.    I breathed hard, but not so much from the sight itself as from the

1f.lovecraft - Herbert West-Reanimator, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    Smoke. The negro had been knocked out, and a moments examination    shewed us that he would permanently remain so. He was a loathsome,

1f.lovecraft - Medusas Coil, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    as I expected, thick clouds of Smoke were billowing out of the attic    dormers and curling upward into the leaden heavens. I thanked the   --    looked, they see the house goin up in Smoke quick as a winkthat place    was all like tinder anyhow, rain or no rain. Nobody never seen the ol

1f.lovecraft - Out of the Aeons, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    the sea-fiends rage, and strange skies drank the Smoke of altars    reared to vanished gods and daemons. Though none knew to what

1f.lovecraft - The Battle that Ended the Century, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    tobacco-Smoke, while the late Mr. C. Half-Cent provided a sketch of    three Chinamen clad in silk hats and galoshesthis being his own

1f.lovecraft - The Call of Cthulhu, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    forth like Smoke from its aeon-long imprisonment, visibly darkening the    sun as it slunk away into the shrunken and gibbous sky on flapping

1f.lovecraft - The Case of Charles Dexter Ward, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    darkness and silence ruled all things. Spirals of acrid Smoke ascended    to blot out the stars, though no flames appeared and no buildings were   --    pr. Smokeg Tonges. ffor Mr. Perrigo 1 Sett of Awles, ffor Mr.    Nightingale 50 Reames prime Foolscap. Sayd y^e SABAOTH thrice last   --    There was Smoke, too, and an acrid odour which quite drowned out the    stench from the far-away wells; an odour like that he had smelt before,   --    Mercy of Heaven, what is that shape behind the parting Smoke?    5.   --    greenish-black Smoke which had arisen; and as he did so he saw true    fear dawn for the first time on Charles Wards face. It came, and you   --    and his glance seemed malign even through his Smoked and horn-rimmed    glasses. One shopkeeper, in the course of negotiations, had seen a   --    clouds of Smoke which rolled down past the windows from the chimney it    was known that he had lighted the fire. Later, after a great rustling   --    swishing rustle of indefinable hatefulness. Finally the Smoke that the    wind beat down from the chimney grew very dark and acrid, and everyone   --    all clustered together in a knot to watch the horrible black Smoke    swoop down. After an age of waiting the vapours seemed to lighten, and

1f.lovecraft - The Challenge from Beyond, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    the floating sphere, heedless of the Smoke that now billowed out in    blue clouds. He was drunk with the feel of power. He feared the

1f.lovecraft - The Colour out of Space, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    and that pillar of Smoke from the valley far in the wood. And by night    all Arkham had heard of the great rock that fell out of the sky and   --    place a visit. There was no Smoke from the great chimney, and for a    moment the visitor was apprehensive of the worst. The aspect of the   --    a kind o Smoke . . . jest like the flowers last spring . . . the well    shone at night . . . Thad an Mernie an Zenas . . . everything

1f.lovecraft - The Crawling Chaos, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    hissing of waters tumbling into the rift. The Smoke of that rift had    changed to steam, and almost hid the world as it grew denser and   --    deafening holocaust of fire, Smoke, and thunder that dissolved the wan    moon as it sped outward to the void.    And when the Smoke cleared away, and I sought to look upon the earth, I    beheld against the background of cold, humorous stars only the dying

1f.lovecraft - The Curse of Yig, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    and had seen no Smoke from the chimney. That was queer. It had turned    very warm again, yet Audrey was usually cooking something at that hour.

1f.lovecraft - The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    the Skai he saw the Smoke of cottage chimneys, and on every hand were    the hedges and ploughed fields and thatched roofs of a peaceful land.   --    On the seventh day a blur of Smoke arose on the horizon ahead, and then    the tall black towers of Dylath-Leen, which is built mostly of basalt.   --    and the Smoke of its chimneys mystical in the distance. And beyond that    the illimitable Southern Sea with all its curious secrets.

1f.lovecraft - The Electric Executioner, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    seemed to be some Smoke, too, and a morbid acrid smell.    Then they stumbled on the cave, its entrance screened by scrub    mesquites, but now emitting clouds of foetid Smoke. It was lighted    within, the horrible altars and grotesque images revealed flickeringly

1f.lovecraft - The Haunter of the Dark, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    Smoke of the city swirled up and enmeshed them. Blake had a curious    sense that he was looking upon some unknown, ethereal world which might   --    Smoke; picking out individual roofs and chimneys and steeples, and    speculating upon the bizarre and curious mysteries they might house.   --    stone, stained and weathered with the Smoke and storms of a century and    more. The style, so far as the glass could shew, was that earliest   --    fabulous slope into the Smoke-wreathed world of dream.    Late in April, just before the aeon-shadowed Walpurgis time, Blake made   --    beyond the swirling Smoke of the city. His entries dwell monotonously    on certain terrible dreams, and of a strengthening of the unholy   --    the Smoke-grimed louver-boarding of that towers east window.    Immediately afterward an utterly unbearable foetor welled forth from   --    blackness against the inky skysomething like a formless cloud of Smoke    that shot with meteor-like speed toward the east.   --    grotesque and hideous mass of Smoke in the air just as the preliminary    flash burst, but his observation has not been verified. All of the few

1f.lovecraft - The Hoard of the Wizard-Beast, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    cloud of pink Smoke which seemed to issue from behind the curtain where    the acolytes were. The acolytes then came forth from their hiding-place

1f.lovecraft - The Horror at Red Hook, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    from which the Smoke was still rising.    He wanted to be in several places at once, and decided on Suydams

1f.lovecraft - The Lurking Fear, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    pitchy darkness, but we Smoked pipes and occasionally flashed our    pocket lamps about. Now and then we could see the lightning through the

1f.lovecraft - The Mound, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    camped twice, building a fire whose Smoke seemed well taken care of by    the natural ventilation.   --    Smoke or other signs of life could be discerned about any of the towns    or buildings. Finally Zamacona saw that the plain was not infinite in

1f.lovecraft - The Music of Erich Zann, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    stone. It was always shadowy along that river, as if the Smoke of    neighbouring factories shut out the sun perpetually. The river was also   --    seething abysses of clouds and Smoke and lightning. And then I thought    I heard a shriller, steadier note that was not from the viol; a calm,

1f.lovecraft - The Shadow over Innsmouth, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    scarcely a wisp of Smoke came, and the three tall steeples loomed stark    and unpainted against the seaward horizon. One of them was crumbling   --    on em afore, an Smoke started comin aout o the refinry chimbly.    Other folks were prosprin, toofish begun to swarm into the harbour

1f.lovecraft - The Shunned House, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    ghoulish, wolfish shapes taken by Smoke from the great chimney, and    queer contours assumed by certain of the sinuous tree-roots that thrust

1f.lovecraft - The Slaying of the Monster, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    Great was the clamour in Laen; for Smoke had been spied in the Hills of    the Dragon. That surely meant the Stirrings of the Monsterthe Monster   --    Clouds of sulphurous Smoke hung pall-like over the world, darkening    even the new-risen sun, and always replenished by sullen puffs from the

1f.lovecraft - The Strange High House in the Mist, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    sea stand out prosy with the Smoke of steamers, he would sigh and    descend to the town, where he loved to thread the narrow olden lanes up

1f.lovecraft - The Temple, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    heavy. The Smoke of a battleship was on the northern horizon, but our    distance and ability to submerge made us safe. What worried us more was

1f.lovecraft - The Whisperer in Darkness, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    ancestral New England without the foreigners and factory-Smoke,    billboards and concrete roads, of the sections which modernity has

1f.lovecraft - Through the Gates of the Silver Key, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    interest. The Smoke from the tripods increased, and the crazy ticking    of that coffin-shaped clock seemed to fall into bizarre patterns like

1f.lovecraft - Under the Pyramids, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen    vapour pouring out of some aperture like the Smoke of the genie from    the fishermans jar in the Eastern tale. The East . . . Egypt . . .

1.fs - Cassandra, #Schiller - Poems, #Friedrich Schiller, #Poetry     Smoke across the skies is blowing,      Yet 'tis from no votive brand.

1.fs - Elegy On The Death Of A Young Man, #Schiller - Poems, #Friedrich Schiller, #Poetry   In the Smoke of planets melting fast,    Once again the tombs give up their dead!

1.fs - Feast Of Victory, #Schiller - Poems, #Friedrich Schiller, #Poetry    On the altar heavenward Smokes;   Pallas, by whom towns are built   --   Toward the Smoke of homesteads fired,    Looking from the lofty prow.   "Smoke is each thing here below;    Every worldly greatness dies,

1.fs - Fridolin (The Walk To The Iron Factory), #Schiller - Poems, #Friedrich Schiller, #Poetry   And when he saw the furnace Smoke,    And saw the workmen stand,

1.fs - The Battle, #Schiller - Poems, #Friedrich Schiller, #Poetry   See the Smoke how the lightning is cleaving asunder!   Hark the guns, peal on peal, how they boom in their thunder!

1.fs - The Fugitive, #Schiller - Poems, #Friedrich Schiller, #Poetry   How high from yon city the Smoke-clouds ascend!   Their neighing, and snorting, and bellowing blend

1.hs - A New World, #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction    English version by Haleh Pourafzal and Roger Montgomery Original Language Persian/Farsi Let's offer flowers, pour a cup of libation, split open the skies and start anew on creation. If the forces of grief invade our lovers' veins, cupbearer and I will wash away this temptation. With rose water we'll mellow crimson wine's bitter cup; we'll sugar the fire to sweeten Smoke's emanation. Take this fine lyre, musician, strike up a love song; let's dance, sing all night, go wild in celebration. As dust, O West Wind, let us rise to the Heavens, floating free in Creator's glow of elation. If mind desires to return while heart cries to stay, here's a quarrel for love's deliberation. Alas, these words and songs go for naught in this land; come, Hafez, let's create a new generation. [1509.jpg] -- from The Spiritual Wisdom of Hafez: Teachings of the Philosopher of Love, by Haleh Pourafzal / Roger Montgomery

1.jh - O My Lord, Your dwelling places are lovely, #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction    English version by Solomon Solis-Cohen Original Language Hebrew O My Lord, Your dwelling places are lovely Your Presence is manifest, not in mystery. My dream brought me to the Temple of God And I praised its delightful servants, And the burnt offering, its meal and libation Which rose up in great pillars of Smoke. I delighted in the song of the Levites, In their secrets of the sacrificial service. Then I woke, and still I was with you, O Lord, And I gave thanks -- for to You it is pleasant to give thanks! [bk1sm.gif] -- from A Treasury of Jewish Poetry: From Biblical Times to the Present, Edited by Nathan Ausubel / Edited by Marynn Ausubel <

1.jk - Hyperion, A Vision - Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem, #Keats - Poems, #John Keats, #Poetry   And clouded all the altar with soft Smoke;   From whose white fragrant curtains thus I heard

1.jk - Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil - A Story From Boccaccio, #Keats - Poems, #John Keats, #Poetry   Came on them, like a Smoke from Hinnom's vale;   And every night in dreams they groan'd aloud,

1.jk - Lamia. Part II, #Keats - Poems, #John Keats, #Poetry   Wool-woofed carpets: fifty wreaths of Smoke   From fifty censers their light voyage took

1.jk - The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies - A Faery Tale .. Unfinished, #Keats - Poems, #John Keats, #Poetry   Old Crafticant will Smoke me. By-the-bye!   This room is full of jewels as a mine,--   --   Turban'd with Smoke, which still away did reek,   Solid and black from that eternal pyre,

1.jk - The Eve Of St. Agnes, #Keats - Poems, #John Keats, #Poetry     Its little Smoke, in pallid moonshine, died:     She closed the door, she panted, all akin

1.jr - Bring Wine, #Rumi - Poems, #Jalaluddin Rumi, #Poetry   night from my abundant Smoke and lamentations.   Bring that which after my death, even out of my dust, will

1.jr - Seizing my life in your hands, you thrashed me clean, #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction    English version by Andrew Harvey Original Language Persian/Farsi & Turkish Seizing my life in your hands, you thrashed me clean On savage rocks of eternal mind. How its colors bled, until they grew white! You smile and sit back: I dry in your sun. The Sea boils with passion for you, The clouds pour pearls at your feet A lightning from your love has pierced the earth This Smoke curling to heaven is its child. We were green: we ripened and grew golden. The Sea terrified us: we learned how to drown. Squat and earthbound, we unfolded huge wings. We started sober: are love's startled drunkards. You hide me in your cloak of nothingness Reflect my ghost in your glass of being I am nothing, yet appear: transparent dream Where your eternity briefly trembles. [1961.jpg] -- from The Way of Passion: A Celebration of Rumi, by Andrew Harvey <

1.jr - The Taste Of Morning, #Rumi - Poems, #Jalaluddin Rumi, #Poetry   are the Smoke the fire gives off as it   absolves its defects, as eyes in silence,

1.kaa - The one You kill, #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction    English version by Andrew Harvey Original Language Persian/Farsi The one You kill, Lord, Does not smell of blood, And the one You burn Does not reek of Smoke. He You burn laughs as he burns And the one You kill, As You kill him, Cries out in ecstasy. [1722.jpg] -- from Perfume of the Desert: Inspirations from Sufi Wisdom, by Andrew Harvey / Eryk Hanut <

1.lb - Song of the Forge, #Li Bai - Poems, #Li Bai, #Poetry   the hammer thunders, showering the Smoke with sparks.   A ruddy smithy, the white face of the moon,

1.lovecraft - Fungi From Yuggoth, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen   Small lozenge panes, obscured by Smoke and frost,   Just shewed the books, in piles like twisted trees,   --   That Nameless One to whom a thousand Smokes   Rose, aeons gone, from unclean towers up-piled.   --   And chimney-Smoke whirls round with alien grace,   Heeding geometries of outer space,

1.lovecraft - Nemesis, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen   Where the Smoke-belching Erebus rages;                        Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:

1.lovecraft - The Peace Advocate, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Zen   The Smoke-pall clears, and the vicar's son   His father's life has sav'd.

1.mb - souls festival, #Basho - Poems, #Masho Basho, #unset   today also there is Smoke   from the crematory

1.okym - 64 - Said one -- Folks of a surly Tapster tell, #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction    English version by Edward FitzGerald Original Language Persian/Farsi Said one -- "Folks of a surly Tapster tell, "And daub his Visage with the Smoke of Hell; "They talk of some strict Testing of us --Pish! "He's a Good Fellow, and 't will all be well." [bk1sm.gif] -- from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, by Omar Khayyam / Translated by Edward FitzGerald <

1.pbs - Alastor - or, the Spirit of Solitude, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   With burning Smoke, or where bitumen lakes   On black bare pointed islets ever beat

1.pbs - A Vision Of The Sea, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   With a sea-snake. The foam and the Smoke of the battle   Stain the clear air with sunbows; the jar, and the rattle

1.pbs - Charles The First, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   Of the evening star, spite of the city's Smoke,   Tell that the north wind reigns in the upper air.

1.pbs - Epipsychidion, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   As Smoke by fire, and in her beauty's glow   I stood, and felt the dawn of my long night

1.pbs - Ginevra, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   Ashes, and Smoke, and darkness: in our night   Of thought we know thus much of death,no more

1.pbs - Hellas - A Lyrical Drama, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   Of battle-Smokethen victoryvictory!   For, as we thought, three frigates from Algiers   --   Stooped through the sulphurous battle-Smoke and perched   Each on the weltering carcase that we loved,   --   And Smoke which strangled every infant wind   That soothed the silver clouds through the deep air.

1.pbs - HERE I sit with my paper, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   Like Smoke it appears independent   and free,   But ah luckless Smoke! it all passes   like thee

1.pbs - Letter To Maria Gisborne, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   I heed him more than themthe thunder-Smoke   Is gathering on the mountains, like a cloak

1.pbs - Mariannes Dream, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   Beneath the Smoke which hung its night   On the stained cope of heavens light.   --   Piercing the clouds of Smoke which bound   Its aery arch with light like blood;

1.pbs - Mont Blanc - Lines Written In The Vale of Chamouni, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction    Vanish, like Smoke before the tempest's stream,    And their place is not known. Below, vast caves

1.pbs - Ode To Liberty, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   Its path athwart the thunder-Smoke of dawn,   Sinks headlong through the aereal golden light

1.pbs - Oedipus Tyrannus or Swellfoot The Tyrant, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   With pieces of Smoked glass, to watch her sail   Among the clouds, and some will hold the flaps   --   A heavenly angel. Smoke your bits of glass,   Ye loyal Swine, or her transfiguration   --   They do not Smoke you first.   Purganax.

1.pbs - Prince Athanase, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   And quench in speedy Smoke its feeble flame,   Had left within his soul their dark unrest:

1.pbs - Prometheus Unbound, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction     Vomits Smoke in the bright air.     Hark that outcry of despair!   --   Up from its throne, as may the lurid Smoke   Of earthquake-ruined cities o'er the sea.

1.pbs - Queen Mab - Part IV., #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction    That fires the arch of heaven? that dark red Smoke    Blotting the silver moon? The stars are quenched   --    Dawns on the mournful scene; the sulphurous Smoke    Before the icy wind slow rolls away,

1.pbs - Queen Mab - Part VI., #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction    Earth heard the name; earth trembled as the Smoke    Of his revenge ascended up to heaven,

1.pbs - Queen Mab - Part VII., #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction    His tyranny to weakness; or the Smoke    Of burning towns, the cries of female helplessness,   --    Gorgeous and vast; the costly altars Smoked    With human blood, and hideous pans rung   --    With putrid Smoke poisoning the atmosphere,    That rotted on the half-extinguished pile.

1.pbs - Rosalind and Helen - a Modern Eclogue, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction      Whose Smoke, wool-white as ocean foam,      Hung in dense flocks beneath the dome

1.pbs - Scenes From The Faust Of Goethe, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   Pillars of Smoke, here clouds float gently by;   Here the light burns soft as the enkindled air,   --   Up yonder in the glow and whirling Smoke,   Where the blind million rush impetuously

1.pbs - Similes For Two Political Characters of 1819, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   When they scent the noonday Smoke   Of fresh human carrion:--

1.pbs - The Cyclops, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   The brand under the shed thrusts out its Smoke,   No preparation needs, but to burn out

1.pbs - The Revolt Of Islam - Canto I-XII, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   Then soaras swift as Smoke from a volcano springs.    Wile baffled wile, and strength encountered strength,   --    Below, the Smoke of roofs involved in flame     Rested like night, all else was clearly shown   --     A Smoke, a cloud on which the winds have preyed,    Till it be thin as air; until, one even,   --   Of her,a Smoke sent up from ashes, soon to fade.    '"For she must perish in the Tyrant's hall   --     With Smoke by day, and fire by night, the power    Of Kings and Priests, those dark conspirators,   --    The noontide sun was darkened with that Smoke,     The winds of eve dispersed those ashes gray.   --     The globd Smoke,I heard the mighty sound    Of its uprise, like a tempestuous ocean;   --     The pitchy Smoke of the departed fire     Still hung in many a hollow dome and spire   --     Yon Smoke has faded from the firmament     Even for this cause, that ye who must lament

1.pbs - The Sensitive Plant, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   She floats up through the Smoke of Vesuvius.   And on the fourth, the Sensitive Plant

1.pbs - The Triumph Of Life, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction    The Smokeless altars of the mountain snows    Flamed above crimson clouds, & at the birth

1.pbs - The Witch Of Atlas, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction   Fragment of inky thunder-Smoke -- this haven   Was as a gem to copy Heaven engraven,--

1.rb - Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church, Rome, The, #Browning - Poems, #Robert Browning, #Poetry     Good strong thick stupefying incense-Smoke!     For as I lie here, hours of the dead night,

1.rb - Fra Lippo Lippi, #Browning - Poems, #Robert Browning, #Poetry    Man's soul, and it's a fire, Smoke . . . no, it's not . . .    It's vapour done up like a new-born babe   --   funked: turned to Smoke.   176 ff.

1.rb - Incident Of The French Camp, #Browning - Poems, #Robert Browning, #Poetry   Out 'twixt the battery-Smokes there flew    A rider, bound on bound

1.rb - Paracelsus - Part III - Paracelsus, #Browning - Poems, #Robert Browning, #Poetry   By the sudary, and most by the costly Smoke   Not leaving out the strenuous prayers sent up

1.rb - Paracelsus - Part V - Paracelsus Attains, #Browning - Poems, #Robert Browning, #Poetry   The cave was not so darkened by the Smoke   But that your white limbs dazzled me: oh, white,   --   The rapt hymn rising with the rolling Smoke,   When glory dawns and all is at the best,

1.rb - Pippa Passes - Part III - Evening, #Browning - Poems, #Robert Browning, #Poetry    In the altar-Smoke by the pine-torch lights,    At his wondrous forest rites,

1.rb - Sordello - Book the Fifth, #Browning - Poems, #Robert Browning, #Poetry   "Leapt like a tongue of fire that cleaves the Smoke,   "Midmost to cheer his Mantuans onwarddrown

1.rb - Sordello - Book the Second, #Browning - Poems, #Robert Browning, #Poetry   "About were from her cauldron, green Smoke blent   "With those black pines"so Eglamor gave vent

1.rb - Sordello - Book the Third, #Browning - Poems, #Robert Browning, #Poetry   "On its mud-banks Smoke rises after Smoke   "I' the valley, like a spout of hell new-broke.

1.rb - The Glove, #Browning - Poems, #Robert Browning, #Poetry   Felt the Smoke in her face was but proper;   To know what she had not to trust to,

1.rb - The Laboratory-Ancien Rgime, #Browning - Poems, #Robert Browning, #Poetry   May gaze thro' these faint Smokes curling whitely,   As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy-

1.rt - The Gardener LXIV - I Spent My Day, #Tagore - Poems, #Rabindranath Tagore, #Poetry   The black smudges of Smoke left by   many a forgotten evening lamp stare,

1.rwe - Dmonic Love, #Emerson - Poems, #Ralph Waldo Emerson, #Philosophy   There is Smoke in the flame;   New flowerets bring, new prayers uplift,

1.rwe - Forerunners, #Emerson - Poems, #Ralph Waldo Emerson, #Philosophy   On eastern hills I see their Smokes,       Mixed with mist by distant lochs.

1.rwe - May-Day, #Emerson - Poems, #Ralph Waldo Emerson, #Philosophy   Whence a Smokeless incense breathes.   Girls are peeling the sweet willow,

1.rwe - The Cumberland, #Emerson - Poems, #Ralph Waldo Emerson, #Philosophy   A little feather of snow-white Smoke,   And we knew that the iron ship of our foes   --   Then comes a puff of Smoke from her guns,   And leaps the terrible death,

1.rwe - The Forerunners, #Emerson - Poems, #Ralph Waldo Emerson, #Philosophy   On eastern hills I see their Smokes   Mixed with mist by distant lochs.

1.wby - The Blessed, #Yeats - Poems, #William Butler Yeats, #Poetry   And Cumhal saw like a drifting Smoke   All manner of blessed souls,

1.wby - The Host Of The Air, #Yeats - Poems, #William Butler Yeats, #Poetry   Were gone like a drifting Smoke;   But he heard high up in the air

1.wby - The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days, #Yeats - Poems, #William Butler Yeats, #Poetry   And Smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air   And covers away the Smoke of myrrh and frankincense;   Bend down and pray for all that sin I wove in song,

1.wby - The Mountain Tomb, #Yeats - Poems, #William Butler Yeats, #Poetry   The cataract Smokes upon the mountain side,   Our Father Rosicross is in his tomb.

1.wby - The Wanderings Of Oisin - Book III, #Yeats - Poems, #William Butler Yeats, #Poetry   Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky Smoke,   High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our glances the tide;   --   Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky Smoke.   And we rode on the plains of the sea's edge; the sea's edge barren and grey,   --   Half open his eyes were, and held me, dull with the Smoke of their dreams;   His lips moved slowly in answer, no answer out of them came;   --   Fled foam underneath me, and round me, a wandering and milky Smoke.   Long fled the foam-flakes around me, the winds fled out of the vast,

1.whitman - A Broadway Pageant, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen   When the round-mouth'd guns, out of the Smoke and smell I love, spit       their salutes;

1.whitman - A Carol Of Harvest For 1867, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen       Smoke of conflict;    In the midst of the armies, the Heroes, I stood,

1.whitman - A March In The Ranks, Hard-prest, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen       clouds of Smoke;   By these, crowds, groups of forms, vaguely I see, on the floor, some

1.whitman - American Feuillage, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen       the flameswith the black Smoke from the pitch-pine, curling       and rising;   --   The sachem blowing the Smoke first toward the sun and then toward the       earth,

1.whitman - As I Sat Alone By Blue Ontarios Shores, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen    The battle-front forms amid the Smokethe volleys pour incessant       from the line;

1.whitman - Delicate Cluster, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen   Flag of death! (how I watch'd you through the Smoke of battle       pressing!

1.whitman - Faces, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen   Lull'd and late is the Smoke of the First-day morning,   It hangs low over the rows of trees by the fences,

1.whitman - Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen   (As the last gun ceasedbut the scent of the powder-Smoke linger'd   As she call'd to her earth with mournful voice while she stalk'd:

1.whitman - Poems Of Joys, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen    The little huts on the rafts, and the stream of Smoke when they cook       their supper at evening.

1.whitman - Proud Music Of The Storm, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen    Victoria! see'st thou in powder-Smoke the banners torn but flying?       the rout of the baffled?

1.whitman - Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen    And the black ships, fighting on the sea, enveloped in Smoke;    And the icy cool of the far, far north, with rustling cedars and

1.whitman - Song of Myself, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen   The Smoke of my own breath,   Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine,   --   Where the steam-ship trails hind-ways its long pennant of Smoke,   Where the fin of the shark cuts like a black chip out of the water,   --   Heat and Smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades,   I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels,   --   Not objecting to special revelations, considering a curl of Smoke or a hair on the back of my hand just as curious as any revelation,   Lads ahold of fire-engines and hook-and-ladder ropes no less to me than the gods of the antique wars,

1.whitman - Song Of Myself- II, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen   The Smoke of my own breath,   Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine,

1.whitman - Song Of Myself- XLI, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen   Not objecting to special revelations, considering a curl of Smoke   or a hair on the back of my hand just as curious as any revelation,

1.whitman - Song Of Myself- XXXIII, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen   Where the steam-ship trails hind-ways its long pennant of Smoke,   Where the fin of the shark cuts like a black chip out of the water,   --   Heat and Smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my com- rades,   I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels,

1.whitman - Song Of The Exposition, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen    See! dusky and undulating, their long pennants of Smoke!        Behold, in Oregon, far in the north and west,   --    For thy mere remnant, grimed with dirt and Smoke, and sopp'd in       blood;

1.whitman - The Artillerymans Vision, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen   I breathe the suffocating Smoke, then the flat clouds hover low concealing all;   Now a strange lull for a few seconds, not a shot fired on either side,

1.whitman - The Centerarians Story, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen   The battle begins, and goes against usbehold! through the Smoke,       Washington's face;

1.whitman - The Mystic Trumpeter, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen       SmokeI hear the cracking of the guns:    Nor war alonethy fearful music-song, wild player, brings every

1.whitman - To A Locomotive In Winter, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen   The dense and murky clouds out-belching from thy Smoke-stack;   Thy knitted framethy springs and valvesthe tremulous twinkle of

1.whitman - Warble Of Lilac-Time, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen   The tranquil sunny haze, the clinging Smoke, the vapor,   Spiritual, airy insects, humming on gossamer wings,

1.whitman - When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomd, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Zen   With the Fourth-month eve at sundown, and the gray Smoke lucid and bright,   With floods of the yellow gold of the gorgeous, indolent, sinking sun, burning, expanding the air;

1.ww - 2 - Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, #Song of Myself, #unset, #Zen    Original Language English Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me. The Smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzzed whispers, love root, silk thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-colored sea rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belched words of my voice loosed to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hillsides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. Have you reckoned a thousand acres much? have you reckoned the earth much? Have you practiced so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall posses the good of the earth and sun (there are millions of suns left), You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the specters in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself. [2333.jpg] -- from Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman <

1.ww - 4- The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   The Smoke, and mounts in silver wreaths.           --The courts are hushed;--for timely sleep

1.ww - An Evening Walk, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   Last evening sight, the cottage Smoke, no more,   Lost in the thickened darkness, glimmers hoar;   --   Of charcoal-Smoke, that o'er the fallen wood,   Steal down the hill, and spread along the flood.

1.ww - A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   That in some other way yon Smoke   May mount into the sky!

1.ww - Book Eighth- Retrospect--Love Of Nature Leading To Love Of Man, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   Smoke round him, as from hill to hill he hies,   His staff protending like a hunter's spear,   --   Breathed up its Smoke, an image of his ghost   Or spirit that full soon must take her flight.

1.ww - Book First [Introduction-Childhood and School Time], #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction   Of city Smoke, by distance ruralised;   Keen as a Truant or a Fugitive,

1.ww - Book Fourth [Summer Vacation], #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction   Yon azure Smoke betrays the lurking town;   With eager footsteps I advance and reach

1.ww - Book Second [School-Time Continued], #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction   Far earlier, ere one Smoke-wreath had risen         From human dwelling, or the vernal thrush

1.ww - Composed In The Valley Near Dover, On The Day Of Landing, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   The cock that crows, the Smoke that curls, that sound   Of bells; those boys who in yon meadow-ground

1.ww - Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   All bright and glittering in the Smokeless air.   Never did sun more beautifully steep   --   Dorothy Wordsworth in her Journal July 31, 1802, described the scene as she and her brother left London, early in the morning, for their month-long visit to Calais: "It was a beautiful morning. The city, St. Paul's, with the river, and a multitude of little boats, made a most beautiful sight as we crossed Westminster Bridge. The houses were not overhung by their cloud of Smoke, and they were   spread out endlessly, yet the sun shone so brightly, with such a fierce light\; that there was something like the purity of one of nature's own grand spectacles."

1.ww - Guilt And Sorrow, Or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   The breathing pestilence that rose like Smoke,   The shriek that from the distant battle broke,

1.ww - Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   Green to the very door; and wreaths of Smoke   Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!

1.ww - Lucy Gray [or Solitude], #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction   That rises up like Smoke.   The storm came on before its time,

1.ww - Ode Composed On A May Morning, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen     Behold a Smokeless sky,   Their puniest flower-pot-nursling dares

1.ww - The Excursion- IX- Book Eighth- The Parsonage, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   O'er which the Smoke of unremitting fires   Hangs permanent, and plentiful as wreaths

1.ww - The Excursion- V- Book Fouth- Despondency Corrected, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   Want due consistence; like a pillar of Smoke,   That with majestic energy from earth

1.ww - The Excursion- X- Book Ninth- Discourse of the Wanderer, and an Evening Visit to the Lake, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   Yet not for meek of heart. The Smoke ascends   To heaven as lightly from the cottage hearth   --   Bedimmed with Smoke, in wreaths voluminous,   Flung from the body of devouring fires,

1.ww - The Germans On The Heighs Of Hochheim, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   The barrier Rhine hath flashed, through battle-Smoke,   On men who gaze heart-smitten by the view,

1.ww - The Oak And The Broom, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   It thundered down, with fire and Smoke,   And hitherward pursued its way;

1.ww - The Recluse - Book First, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   Yon curling Smoke from the grey cot below,         The trees (her first-born child being then a babe)

1.ww - The Two Thieves- Or, The Last Stage Of Avarice, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   Let them Smoke, let them burn, not a straw would he care!     For the Prodigal Son, Joseph's Dream and his sheaves,

1.ww - The Waggoner - Canto Fourth, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   And the Smoke and respiration,   Rising like an exhalation,

1.ww - To Joanna, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   AMID the Smoke of cities did you pass   The time of early youth; and there you learned,

1.ww - Upon The Sight Of A Beautiful Picture Painted By Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Zen   Nor would permit the thin Smoke to escape,   Nor those bright sunbeams to forsake the day;

1.ymi - at the end of the smoke, #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction   object:1.ymi - at the end of the Smoke   author class:Yamei   --    English version by Michael Haldane Original Language Japanese at the end of the Smoke from the smudge, humming mosquitoes

20.01 - Charyapada - Old Bengali Mystic Poems, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 05, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga    It does not scorch, it does not burn, nor any Smoke is seen.    By the northern pole it enters the heavens.88

2.01 - AT THE STAR THEATRE, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   "Once the idea came to me to put on a very expensive robe embroidered with gold and to Smoke a silver hubble-bubble. Mathur Babu sent me the new robe and the hubble-bubble. I put on the robe. I also Smoked the hubble-bubble in various fashions.   Sometimes I Smoked it reclining this way, and sometimes that way, sometimes with head up, and sometimes with head down. Then I said to myself, 'O mind, this is what they call smoking a silver hubble-bubble.' Immediately I renounced it. I kept the robe on my body a few minutes longer and then took it off. I began to trample it underfoot and spit on it, saying: 'So this is an expensive robe! But it only increases man's rajas.'"   About Rkhl   --   Sri Ramakrishna washed his face. A Smoke was prepared for him. He said to M.: "Is. it dusk now? If it is, I won't Smoke. During the twilight hour of the dusk you should give up all other activities and remember God." Saying this he looked at the hairs on his arm. He wanted to see whether he could count them. If he could not, it would be dusk.   Master at Star Theatre

2.01 - The Tavern, #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction   We come out of the darkness, no, we enter; outside there is darkness, here something can be seen amid the Smoke; the light is smoky, perhaps from candles, but colors can be seen, yellows, blues, on the white, on the table, colored patches, reds, also greens, with black outlines, drawings on white rectangles scattered over the table. There are some clubs, thick branches, trunks, leaves, as outside, before, some swords slashing at us, among the leaves, the ambushes in the darkness where we were lost; luckily we saw a light in the end, a door; there are some gold coins that shine, some cups, this table arrayed with glasses and plates, bowls of steaming soup, tarikards of wine; we are safe but still half-dead with fright; we can tell about it, we would have plenty to tell, each would like to tell the others what happened to him, what he was forced to see, with his own eyes in the darkness, in the silence; here now there is noise, how can I make myself heard, I cannot hear my voice, my voice refuses to emerge from my throat, I have no voice, I do not hear the others' voices either; noises are heard, I am not deaf after all, I hear bowls scraped, flasks uncorked, a clatter of spoons, chewing, belching; I make gestures to say I have lost the power of speech, the others are making the same gestures, they are dumb, we have all become mute, in the forest; all of us are around this table, men and women, dressed well or poorly, frightened, indeed frightful to see, all with white hair, young and old; I too look at my reflection in one of these mirrors, these cards, my hair too has turned white in sudden fear.   How can I tell about it now that I have lost my power of speech, words, perhaps also memory, how can I tell what was there outside; and once I have remembered, how can I find the words to say it, and how can I utter those words? We are all trying to explain something to the others with gestures, grimaces, all of us like monkeys. Thank God, there are these cards, here on the table, a deck of tarots, the most ordinary kind, the Marseilles tarots as they are called, also known as Bergamasque, or Neapolitan, or Piedmontese, call them what you wish, if they are not the same, they are very like those in village taverns, in gypsy women's laps, crudely drawn, coarse, but with unexpected details, not really so easy to understand, as if the person who carved these drawings in wood, to print them, had traced them with his clumsy hands from complex models, refined, with who knows what perfectly studied features, and then he went at them with his chisel, haphazardly, not even bothering to understand what he was copying, and afterward he smeared the wooden blocks with ink, and that was that.

2.02 - Meeting With the Goddess, #The Hero with a Thousand Faces, #Joseph Campbell, #Mythology   Smoke-bleared eyes she had; nose awry, wide-nostrilled; a wrin   kled and freckled belly, variously unwholesome; warped crooked

2.02 - THE DURGA PUJA FESTIVAL, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   Then he will be mightily pleased and sit by you and Smoke.   "In the presence of a wicked person I become alert. If such a man asks me whether I have a pipe for smoking, I say, 'Yes, I have.' Some people have the nature of a snake: they will bite you without warning. You have to discriminate a great deal in order to avoid the bite; otherwise your passion will be stirred up to such an extent that you will feel like doing injury in return. The companionship of a holy man is greatly needed now and then. It enables one to discriminate between the Real and the unreal."

2.02 - The Ishavasyopanishad with a commentary in English, #Isha Upanishad, #unset, #Zen   mar with unconquerable Smoke of Hell the light & peace of   the saints! And how strangely was the slight, but sweet and

2.03 - Atomic Forms And Their Combinations, #Of The Nature Of Things, #Lucretius, #Poetry   Upon the instant- Smoke, and cloud, and flame-   Must not (even though not all of smooth and round)

2.03 - DEMETER, #The Phenomenon of Man, #Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, #Christianity   that nowhere is there so much as a wisp of Smoke rising from   camp or village.

2.03 - The Christian Phenomenon and Faith in the Incarnation, #Let Me Explain, #Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, #Christianity   up in Smoke. Just as practically nothing survives factually   beyond its own time, so practically nothing can stand up

2.03 - THE ENIGMA OF BOLOGNA, #Mysterium Coniunctionis, #Carl Jung, #Psychology   [82] Similar motifs occur in modern dreams, and can be found in persons who have never been remotely concerned with alchemy. For instance, a patient had the following dream: A large pile of wood was burning at the foot of a high wall of rock; the flames shot up with clouds of Smoke. It was a lonely and romantic spot. High in the air, a flock of great black birds circled round the fire. From time to time one of the birds plunged straight into the blaze and was joyfully burnt to death, turning white in the process.225 As the dreamer himself remarked, the dream had a numinous quality, and this is quite understandable in view of its meaning: it repeats the miracle of the phoenix, of transformation and rebirth (the transformation of the nigredo into the albedo, of unconsciousness into illumination) as described in the verses from the Rosarium philosophorum:   Two eagles fly up with feathers aflame,

2.03 - THE MASTER IN VARIOUS MOODS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   Hari prepared a Smoke for Sri Ramakrishna.   MASTER (to Hari): "Let me see the palm of your hand. This mark is good sign. Relax your hand."

2.03 - The Supreme Divine, #Essays On The Gita, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga   Then there comes a more curious thought which the Gita has adopted from the mystics of the early Vedanta. It gives the different times at which the Yogin has to leave his body according as he wills to seek rebirth or to avoid it. Fire and light and Smoke or mist, the day and the night, the bright fortnight of the lunar month and the dark, the northern solstice and the southern, these are the opposites. By the first in each pair the knowers of the Brahman go to the Brahman; but by the second the Yogin reaches the "lunar light" and returns subsequently to human birth. These are the bright and the dark paths, called the path of the gods and the path of the fathers in the Upanishads, and the   Yogin who knows them is not misled into any error. Whatever psycho-physical fact or else symbolism there may be behind this notion,3 - it comes down from the age of the mystics who saw in every physical thing an effective symbol of the psychological

2.04 - ADVICE TO ISHAN, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   The Master said to Narayan with an affectionate smile, "You had better get a leather jacket; then the beating won't hurt." Turning to Harish, the Master said that he would like to have a Smoke.   Again addressing Narayan, Sri Ramakrishna said: "That woman who has established an artificial relationship of mother and son with Haripada came here the other day. I have warned Haripada very often. She belongs to the Ghoshpara sect. I asked her if she had found her 'man'. She said yes, and mentioned a man's name.

2.04 - Agni, the Illumined Will, #The Secret Of The Veda, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga    enjoying, purifying, preparing, assimilating, forming, he rises upwards always and transfigures his powers into the Maruts, the energies of Mind. Our passions and obscure emotions are the Smoke of Agni's burning. All our nervous forces are assured of their action only by his support.   If he is the Will in our nervous being and purifies it by action, he is also the Will in the mind and clarifies it by aspiration. When he enters into the intellect, he is drawing near to his divine birthplace and home. He leads the thoughts towards effective power; he leads the active energies towards light.

2.06 - ON THE RABBLE, #Thus Spoke Zarathustra, #Friedrich Nietzsche, #Philosophy   seethes and Smokes where the rabble steps near the fire.   In their hands all fruit grows sweetish and overmellow;

2.08 - On Non-Violence, #Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo, #unset, #Zen    When there is Samata then there comes Samarasatva equal enjoyment, from everything one gets the rasa essential delight, from every kind of food. Even the food that we call badly cooked has a rasa of its own. But one can agree to a little bit of tact. It is no use casting fish in the face of a Jain or forcing Smoke in the face of an orthodox Tamil Brahmin.    10 MAY1924

2.09 - On Sadhana, #Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo, #unset, #Zen    Sri Aurobindo: That is a fallacy. Someone will say that he lived a hundred years because he did not Smoke and another will assert that he has lived up to that age with smoking.    The second reason is that the excitement accompanying the ordinary sexual act destroys the psychic possibilities of the man. He gets separated and dissociated from the higher centres of consciousness and goes downwards. People say that they take the attitude of Shakti taking Bhoga through them, but that is only a way of saying. People indulge in lower movements, yield to hostile forces and at the same time pass as yogis. Even the Vedantic attitude is often made an excuse for yielding to the hostile forces. "All this is Maya, illusion, there is no virtue, no sin, no good, no evil," they say and give themselves up to lower vital forces.

2.09 - THE MASTERS BIRTHDAY, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   Girish went out to have a Smoke.   NARENDRA (to the Master): "I had a talk with Girish Ghosh. He is indeed a great man.

2.0 - THE ANTICHRIST, #Twilight of the Idols, #Friedrich Nietzsche, #Philosophy   the Smoke of the sacrifice, are always pure." Elsewhere he says: "there   is nothing purer than the light of the sun, the shadow cast by a cow,

2.13 - The Book, #Liber ABA, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy   5:Even the calligraphy of the Book must be firm, clear, and beautiful; in the cloud of incense it is hard to read the conjuration. While you peer dimly through the Smoke, the demon will vanish, and you will have to write the terrible word "failure."   6:And yet there is no page of this Book on which this word is not written; but so long as it is immediately followed by a new affirmation, all is not lost; and as in this Book the word "failure" is thus made of little account, so also must the word "success" never be employed, for it is the last word that may be written therein, and it is followed by a full stop.

2.15 - CAR FESTIVAL AT BALARMS HOUSE, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   MASTER: "You may all go. (Pointing to Narendra and the younger Naren) It will be enough if these two stay. (To Girish) Will you eat your supper at home? You may stay a few minutes if you want to. You want a Smoke! But Balarm's servant is just like his master. Ask him for a Smoke; he won't give it! (All laugh.) But don't go away without having your Smoke."   Girish had brought with him a respectable friend. The latter observed all these things and left the place. Sri Ramakrishna said to Girish: "I say this to you and to everyone: Please do not force anybody to come here. Nothing happens except at the right time."