Blowing smoke Quote by Máire T. Robinson
““Sometimes we'd sit on that bench for hours, talking about nothing much and blowing smoke rings into the air, and we'd see them teetering past, stumble-drunk after closing time with their brown paper bags and late night vinegar running down their arms and the lack of kindness everywhere. And the girls, panda-eyed and lonely, hitching their bravado to their short skirts, were telling themselves that this was living. We said we would never be them. But there was one boy who had kind eyes. His hair was the colour of the sand and his smile promised everything. I told you he wasn't like the rest, but you didn't want to hear it.””
About This Quote
Source Poem: Unknown, reflective verse
Nostalgic recollection of youthful rebellion, longing, and disillusionment with societal expectations.
In simple terms: Youthful rebellion meets harsh reality.
Reflect on authentic choices versus peer pressure.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- late-night gatherings
- street life
- personal growth
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- What defines true freedom?
- How do we resist romanticizing rebellion?
Idealizing a single person may overlook broader issues.