Cigarette Quotes

“You must have a cigarette. A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“আমি কখনো অতিরিক্ত কিছুদিন বাঁচার জন্য সিগারেটের আনন্দ ছাড়ার জন্য প্রস্তুত ছিলাম না। আমি ভেবে রেখেছিলাম ডাক্তারকে বলব, আমি একজন লেখক। নিকোটিনের বিষে আমার শরীরের প্রতিটি কোষ অভ্যস্ত। তোমরা আমার চিকিৎসা করো, কিন্তু আমি সিগারেট ছাড়ব না। তাহলে কেন ছাড়লাম? পুত্র নিনিত হামাগুড়ি থেকে হাঁটা শিখেছে। বিষয়টা পুরোপুরি রপ্ত করতে পারেনি। দু-এক পা হেঁটেই ধুম করে পড়ে যায়। ব্যথা পেয়ে কাঁদে। একদিন বসে আছি। টিভিতে খবর দেখছি। হঠাৎ চোখ গেল নিনিতের দিকে। সে হামাগুড়ি পজিশন থেকে উঠে দাঁড়িয়েছে। হেঁটে হেঁটে এগিয়ে আসছে আমার দিকে। তার ছোট্ট শরীর টলমল করছে। যেকোনো সময় পড়ে যাবে এমন অবস্থা। আমি ডান হাত তার দিকে বাড়িয়ে দিতেই সে হাঁটা বাদ দিয়ে দৌড়ে হাতের ওপর ঝাঁপিয়ে পড়ে বিশ্বজয়ের ভঙ্গিতে হাসল। তখনই মনে হলো, এই ছেলেটির সঙ্গে আরও কিছুদিন আমার থাকা উচিত। সিগারেট ছাড়ার সিদ্ধান্ত সেই মুহূর্তেই নিয়ে নিলাম।”
― Humayun Ahmed

“When I was young” … “Before I was twenty, I mean, I used to think that life was a thing that kept gaining impetus, it would get richer and deeper each year. You kept learning more, getting wiser, having more insight, going further into the truth” – she hesitated.

Port laughed abruptly. – “And now you know it’s not like that. Right? It’s more like smoking a cigarette. The first few puffs it tasted wonderful, and you don’t even think of its ever being used up. Then you begin taking it for granted. Suddenly you realize it’s nearly burned down to the end. And then’s when you’re conscious of the bitter taste.”
― Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky

“She blew more smoke toward me, a lazy game of cancer catch.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“You smoke?”
“Smoke? Do I look like a fucking idiot?”
― Richard K. Morgan, Altered Carbon

“If I can’t be your love,
then let me be a simple brooch
so I may rest a while against your chest.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me be a forgotten coin
so I may rest a while against your thigh.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me be an unlit cigarette
so I may rest a while in between your lips.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me at least remain in these words
so I may rest a while in your thoughts.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“You smoked another cigarette and we shared another coffee and it was just another morning that made me realise that this is all it takes to be happy.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

“That is a terrifically intimate thing, you know? Letting a stranger light your cigarette. Leaning forward so he can hold a flame to your lips. Pausing to breathe in before you pull back again.”
― Elizabeth Wein, The Pearl Thief

“I think one can tell a lot about a person from the way he chooses to let the stub of his cigarette burn out...”
― Sanhita Baruah

“I tucked the Camel coupon from his cigarette pack into my pocket. A souvenir of the moment where he said maybe. I would hold on to his maybe for as long as it would take, even forever.”
― Kimberly Novosel, Loved

“A cigarette is just rolled up leaves, which makes it a smokable salad burrito. That makes the golfer John Daly a health advocate.”
― Jarod Kintz, To be good at golf you must go full koala bear

“Gwen Cassidy needed a man.
Desperately.
Failing that, she'd settle for a cigarette.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Kiss of the Highlander

“I finished my cigarette, but i would like very much that i finished myself with it.”
― Mladen Đorđević, Svetioničar - Vesnici oluje

“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, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

“Bosco's hand stabs forward, flicking his mostly-finished cigarette. It twirls through the air like a Molotov cocktail, barely missing me, but after striking the tin-clad door, sparks explode in all directions.”
― Michael Benzehabe, Persianality

“Some people sought comfort from smoking, after discovering that their loved one had just been killed by the cancer.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Sometimes a cigar is just a smoke and a coincidence is just a coincidence.”
― Stephen King, 11/22/63

“Saimun pondered. How come that when something is difficult to get or you don’t have it, and you just get a chance to taste it for a moment, a small matter can become so big, doubling, trebling, growing ever larger? This morning one kretek cigarette dominated his whole soul. As if his life depended on one cigarette and if he could get that cigarette his life would be prolonged, as it were, for ever. One cigarette could fulfill his existence.”
― Mochtar Lubis, Senja di Jakarta

“The morning cigarette is like the paradise of heaven. Looks like dragging; I'm sitting in heaven.”
― Sajal Ahmed, Maxim Maxim

“She’s finished her cigarette but hasn’t put it out properly, so it’s still smoking in the ashtray. I crush mine into it, grinding until both stop burning.”
― Mohsin Hamid, Moth Smoke

“I nearly said something, but then thought better of it. It doesn’t pay to publicly point out the failings of the person providing your paycheck.”
― Donald G. Firesmith, What Lurks Below

“Fire . . . Does that light by itself?”
― Tsukumizu, Girls' Last Tour, Vol. 1

“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 Jr., The Sirens of Titan

“Things such as cigarettes give conformity the ability to cause cancer.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“In the European societies, girls are just as like a cigarette in various beautiful brands. Buy it, smoke it and do it in the ashtray.”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“And let’s not forget the cigarette. His eternal cigarette, connecting him to heaven by the fine coil of smoke twisting and rising above him.”
― Kamel Daoud, The Meursault Investigation

“Gerty crushed what remained of her cigarette beneath her foot, melting the no-longer-pink plastic on the sole of the no-longer-pink slipper, and embraced the girl for a moment. She would know that it was time for new slippers when someday a cigarette burned right through.”
― Jean-Luke Swanepoel, The Thing About Alice

“I’d seen men siphon gasoline with less effort than she put into draining that Chesterfield; she didn’t let any of it go to waste. That cigarette knew that it had been smoked, smoked to the bitter end.”
― Stanley Wheeler, Smoke

“The smoke was heavy in the frigid air. Bitter in my throat. I leaned against the railing, stared out at the city: crawling traffic, flashing lights, darkness hanging over New York without a promise of sunrise to come. I was reminded of the nights we’d stood on this same balcony, a drink in Massimo’s hand, ice clinking against his teeth. Tonio exhaling long spirals of gray smoke into the neon-tinted night. Rubbing oil out of my palm, smoking one of Tonio’s cigarettes and taking drinks when my cousin offered them. I was reminded of last night when we’d stood in the courtyard outside the ballroom, blood on Massimo’s face and acrid smoke in the air. Ice water dripping from Tonio’s hand. And a shadow in the golden light spilling from the doorway.
I missed Lorel, and Massimo, and the people we’d once been. Though maybe we’d always been the people we were now, just buried beneath layers. Regardless, I thought Mamma and Papa wouldn’t recognize the girl standing here now on a dark New York balcony, smoking one last cigarette, blood and oil in the creases of her hands.”
― Abigail C. Edwards, And We All Bled Oil

“your memory is hidden
in every thing that’s not me

even this lonesome cigarette
and that crooked painting

i hear their laments
and invite them in

who am i to deny
their wretched destiny

we talk of you and sigh
there’s much too sighing

then i close my eyes to dream
of your tender mercies

i didn’t kiss you enough”
― Kamand Kojouri