Wisp Of Smoke Quotes

#1. I started to feel as though I were disappearing. Perhaps I myself was figment of my own imagination, a storm cloud, a wisp of smoke, a burning ember.

Alice Hoffman

#2. From the tangle of chimney-pots scarcely a wisp of smoke came,

H.P. Lovecraft

#3. Gone, a wisp of smoke, nothing more. Katherine stepped forward, a quick step.

Mark Lawrence

#4. 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

#5. If I could turn into a wisp of smoke, I could slip into them and disappear.

Laurie Halse Anderson

#6. A smile like a small wisp of smoke drifting quietly skyward on a windless day.

Haruki Murakami

#7. 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

#8. Many a young wizard has tried to read a grimoire that is too strong for him, and people who've heard the screams have found only his pointy shoes with the classic wisp of smoke coming out of them and a book which is, perhaps, just a little fatter.

Terry Pratchett

#9. There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.

Vincent Van Gogh

#10. You're not worried about principles."Gabriel leaned closer, crowding her gently back against the column. His taunting whisper curled in her right ear like a wisp of smoke. "You're worried that you might do something naughty with me and enjoy it.

Lisa Kleypas

#11. 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

#12. 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

#13. I was a tomboy right from the time I was a kid and loved to be like that. I'd hate all the girlie things. Well my best friends as a kid have been boys. I get along best with the opposite sex. I guess that's the case with most people though!

Natasha Henstridge

#14. When we pass judgment, we hit a dead end. When we analyze something with an open mind, we can explore a concept into infinity.

Romina Russell

#15. Garrison Keillor read several of my poems on 'The Writer's Almanac' and I've heard from listeners nationally and internationally. That's one of the great gifts of email.

Ellen Bass

#16. She had no intention of breaking anyone's heart, except maybe her own.

Laura Ruby

#17. Well, to be honest I think I'm a better short story writer than a novelist. Novels I find very hard, hours and hours, weeks and weeks, of conscious thought - whereas short stories slip out painlessly in a few days.

Eric Brown

#18. Everywhere a greater joy is preceded by a greater suffering,

Philip Yancey

#19. Hang those that talk of fear.

William Shakespeare

#20. Abraxos lowered himself to the ground, stretching out his neck until his head rested on the hay not ten feet from Elide. Those giant black eyes stared up at her, almost doglike.

Sarah J. Maas

#21. Why would anyone steal a shopping cart? It's like stealing a two-year-old.

Erma Bombeck

#22. Looking at oneself in a mirror is a self-canceling phenomenon. Eyes looking into eyes make a hole which spreads out and renders one invisible. I had seen more of myself in that single glimpse of a ghostly image in the pier mirror, not knowing it was I.

Walker Percy

#23. There's a lot of talk about self-esteem these days. It seems pretty basic to me. If you eat to feel proud of yourself, you've got to do things you can be proud of. Feelings follow actions.

Oseola McCarty

#24. She looked at him with a wounded expression, one which caused a sharp pain in his chest. I really need to see the medtech unit about that. You brought this on yourself. Which brings me to the next thing. Your punishment.

Eve Langlais

#25. Then she placed her hands, vertically, over her eyes and pressed the heels hard, as though to paralyze the optic nerve and drown all images into a voidlike black.

J.D. Salinger

#26. You see, time is an ocean, not a garden hose. Space is a puff of smoke, a wisp of cloud.

David Wong

#27. Van Helsing more than sensed the coming alive of the undead creature trapped inside the icy coffin. He saw it now. Seeping from a bad seal between compartments, a wisp of fucking smoke.

Robert W. Walker

#28. 'Peanuts' is a life-long influence, going back to before I could even read.

Adrian Tomine