Stop Smoking Quotes Novels & Stories

Huminga ito ng malalim, “Kapag naalala ko iyong mga nangyari sakin, parang gusto ko na namang mag-smoke. May sigarilyo ka?” “Sorry but I don’t smoke.” Sagot niya. “Do you mind if I smoke?” Nagkibit balikat siya. Tingin niya ay napakainteresting rin ng kwento ng buhay ni Arlyn, bigla tuloy siyang nacurious na malaman ang tungkol dito. “’Wag na nga lang. Tutal matagal na kong nag-quit,” sabi nito sabay buntong hininga ng malalim.

huli na nang mapigil ko ang sariling magsalita tungkol sa ginagawa niya. His hand holding the cigarette paused in mid-air, and he stared at me intently. Just when I thought Zion would reprimand me or get angry, I was taken aback when he suddenly burst into laughter—a laughter that I couldn't decipher whether it was genuine or just feigned. “It looks like I’ll be forced to quit smoking when I’m in front of you. Mahalaga pala sa mga katulad mo ang kalusugan nang isang taong naninigarilyo, huh?” natatawa niyang sabi habang pinapatay sa ashtray ang sigarilyo’ng kasisindi pa lang nya. Maya-maya ay bigla syang sumeryoso. “Let’s start with the terms and conditions.”

mahabang paliwanag ko pa, tipid naman siyang ngumiti bago marahang tumango. “I know,” aniya. “I actually started smoking back in Paris. You know… cigars helped me fight stress and depress—“ natigilan siya sa sasabihin niya. “I’m sorry, this time, I promise that I’ll do my best to avoid it,” wika na lang niya. “I hope so, Dim,” sagot ko naman. “You may not feel and notice its bad result now, but soon I know that it will slowly take its toll on you,” dagdag ko pa.

"I'll tire myself out." "What do you mean?" "Insomnia. I usually smoke to sleep. Sometimes I drink. Anything to quiet my mind." "You're still smoking?" His face shifted. Panic. "Do you... not like it?" "Ayoko sa mga lalaking naninigarilyo. Lalo na sa amoy ng sigarilyo. Mabaho." He swallowed. Once. Twice. His Adam's apple bobbing heavily. "If you don't like it... then I'll stop. Even if it kills me. I'll stop."

Tinignan ko ang likod na part nito at may nabasa ako. 2nd Promise – Quit smoking please! I don’t want you to suffer from respiratory diseases! Again, this is Jianna’s penmanship. “Who the f*ck this came from?”

I asked. “Nothing,” matipid niyang sagot at sumusulyap sa kalangitan tapos ay bubuga niya ang usok. “My dad stopped smoking because of me and my mom.” Nakangiting sabi ko, kind of proud of my dad. “Good for him.” Matipid niyang sabi at muling humipak. “I don’t have someone to stop, I don’t want to change my ways just because of love. How cringe.” Seryosong sabi niya.

Matapos ay tinungo nila ang roof deck para makapag-usap. He seemed burn out. Hindi ito nakatiis na mag hithit-buga ng e-cigarette nito. He was trying to quit smoking kaya paminsan-minsan ay gumagamit ito niyon kaysa totoong sigarilyo. Hanggang sa tuluyang hindi na hanapin ng katawan nito ang nakasanayan. “Are you all right? You look exhausted. Better rest, and we’ll talk tomorrow.” Tinapik niya ito sa likod.

Bumungad sa akin ang mukha ni Waviel habang may tangay na sigarilyo sa kanyang bibig. “May lighter ka?” napakunot ang noo ko bago umiling. Mahinang natawa lang ito. “Don’t tell me, you quit smoking?” natatawang tanong nito. “Tama ka,” seryosong ani ko kaya napatigil ito sa kanyang pagtawa. “Alright.” Walang ganang ani nito bago ako tinalikuran. Naalala ko bigla ang bag ko kaya tinawag ko ito.

Nang matapos ito ay tinabihan siya nitong umupo sa bumper ng sasakyan. “Hindi ko alam na naninigarilyo ka pala,” ani Avaluan. "Minsan.” Napatingin ito sa kaniya. “You don’t like it?” “Naisip ko lang kasi na umiinom ka, ‘tapos naninigarilyo ka pa. Baka sa kinatagalan niyan, magkasakit ka pa.” “I’ll quit smoking, then.” Napaangat ang tingin sa kaniya ni Avaluan. “Ayokong pigilan ka sa mga bagay na gusto mong gawin.”