Best 9 quotes in «smoker quotes» category

Don't kill the high because you are low,Don't.

Dear smokers, when you burn one stick you not only burn relationships but also burn your one and only life.

I hide myself behind, a cloud of smoke; the smoke screen varies, dependent on the variable. The variable consists of: stress, anguish, boredom, madness, anger, depression, apathy, negativity, sex, violence & a little chunk of chaos.

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

Now i did think, The smoke will drive the bugs away. And, to some degree,it did. I'd be lying, though, if I claimed I became a smoker to ward off insects.I became a smoker because 1. I was on an Adirondack swing by myself, and 2. I had cigarettes, and 3.I figured that if everyone else could smoke a cigarette without coughing, I could damn well, too.In short, I didn't have a very good reason. So yeah, let's just say that 4.it was the bugs. I made it through three drags before I felt nauseuos and dizzy and only semipleasantly buzzed. I got up to leave As I stood, a voice behind me.

Smoker:What brings Whitebeard Pirates' 2nd division commander to this kingdom? Well Portgas D. Ace? Ace: Oh I'm just looking around for my little brother that is...

Smoking: The most stylish way to cancer

Smokers always waxed poetic about the ritual of it, how a large part of the satisfaction was packing the box and pulling the foil wrapper and plucking an aromatic stick. They claimed they loved the lighting, the ashing, the feeling of being able to hold something between their fingers. That was all well and good, but there was nothing quite like actually smoking it: Leigh loved inhaling. To pull with your lips on that filter and feel the smoke drift across your tongue, down your throat, and directly into your lungs was to be transported momentarily to nirvana. She remembered- every day- how it felt after the first inhale, just as the nicotine was hitting her bloodstream. A few seconds of both tranquility and alertness, together, in exactly the right amounts. Then the slow exhale- forceful enough so that the smoke didn't merely seep from your mouth but not so energetic that it disrupted the moment- would complete the blissful experience.

Sure, I watched the workmen come and lower large pieces of rotten sheetrock and lift new clean panels on a pulley from that same window months ago, and I could have written then, but I must have sensed her coming, the smoker, so I waited.