Quote by Sylvia Brownrigg Download Open image ““She'd have to start smoking. There would be no other way through this.”” — Sylvia Brownrigg ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“She hoped Smoke was wrong about people being unknowable. She hoped that she could crack herself open like a nut and know herself, at… — Bonnie Jo Campbell Copy Share Image
“Her laugh. The way she smoked before she gave up. Smoke trickling up her nostrils. Spokes of smoke when she spoke.” — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
“Sometimes she wondered if she could rid herself of her pain with the smoke that escaped from her lips.” — Aparajita Yadav Copy Share Image
“For one more time, he decided to give away smoking. And then, she happened one more time in his head.” — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“I want to be the joint that she smokes so that we can finally talk about everything without having to use words, because I… — A.S. King Copy Share Image
“Come over here and light me a cigarette," she'd said. I'd snuck a little inhale, and my mother had smiled. But then she'd said,… — Elizabeth Berg Copy Share Image
“So I guess it's okay with you if I smoke up too?" says Steven. "If you get breast cancer” — Jenny Han Copy Share Image
“It was as if someone admitted they went through all the bother and mess of sex only in order to smoke a cigarette.” — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
“Realizing that if she quit now, she would always wonder what would happened. And she didn't think she could live with that.” — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
“She put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it, tasting the familiar taste of nicotine, smoke, and impending lung cancer. It felt good.… — Mike Omer Copy Share Image
“You know, this is the first time in many years that I really wished I hadn’t given up smoking. It would give me something… — Gary Goldstick Copy Share Image
The gap between the inner and outer self is one I've found interesting, even essential, about the way we move through the world. In… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
Those who are apparently absent can feel more present than the people right in front of you. — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
“We will never be together. Sweetheart. I am too brittle, hidden, and snappish, and you are too married. You are altogether too married.” — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
“He wants me back." The closing punctuation of "obviously" hung in the air. The confidence in her! Anne would always have it: the certainty… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
“Such nights are possible, and we survive them. It is a matter of sleeping next to the adored body you no longer have the… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
“And how easy it was to leave this life, after all - this life that could feel so present and permanent that departing from… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
It could not always be love in the afternoon and passion in the night, gifts given, notes written, meals fed to each other. It… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
“I've been called promiscuous. Not a pretty word, is it? Makes you think of the gloop that comes out of your nose or what… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
“The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space of something… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
“Flannery had loved Anne truly. And truthfully. She had seen Anne clearly, not covered with the reflective glitter a person acquires if you view… — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
No wonder you want to be a writer. How can you not, with all that behind you? You practically are a novel already. — Sylvia Brownrigg Copy Share Image
