Smoke the pipe of peace, bury the tomahawk, and become one nation.
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Trust your landmark and run through the smoke. It's going to open up eventually.
Courage is fire, and bullying is smoke.
I never diet. I smoke. I drink now and then. I never work out.
I never smoke to excess - that is, I smoke in moderation, only one cigar at a time.
I smoke ten to fifteen cigars a day. At my age I have to hold on to something.
Knowledge of the sciences is so much smoke apart from the heavenly science of Christ.
The Wright brothers flew right through the smoke screen of impossibility.
She blew more smoke toward me, a lazy game of cancer catch.
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.
Smoke your pain but keep the ashes forever.
Heat in her birds of prey fingertips, smoke of gilded flowers in her aureate gorging hair.
My hands trembled, so I took a deep drag to calm my frayed nerves. I just wanted to forget that terrible sight, but questions multiplied in my mind as the smoke furled.
Smoke and mirrors_ is a useful metaphor for the ways in which organised abuse has chided conceptualisation and understanding. The chapter provides an overview of cite often incendiary debates over organised abuse before going on to suggest that critical theories on gender, crime and intersubjectivity may offer new insights into the phenomenon.
What's the point of being a hero when everyone thinks you're a villain?
A few flat clouds folded themselves like crepes over fillings of apricot sky. Pompadours of supper-time smoke billowed from chimneys, separating into girlish pigtails as the breeze combed them out, above the slate rooftops. Chestnut blossoms, weary from having been admired all day, wore faint smiles of anticipation.
And of a Sunday swarm the folkUnder the honeysuckle vine, Quaffing, the while they talk and smoke, The sun, the melody, the wine.
People who smoke would have probably been regarded as fools or insane, if only a percentage of people who smoke smoked.