There is no smoke without fire.

There is no fire without smoke.

Harvest witness, smoke.

Resolutions, smoke.

Salvation, smoke.

Redemption, smoke.

Holy Smoke!

He opened the pit of the abyss, and smoke went up out of the pit, like the smoke from a burning furnace. The sun and the air were darkened because of the smoke from the pit.

And he opened the bottomless pit and there arose a smoke out of the pit, as the smoke of a great furnace and the sun and the air were darkened by reason of the smoke of the pit.

Under the shadow of thick black smoke

And in the shadow of a burning smoke .

and the shadow of a smoking blaze

And the shade of black smoke .

And shadow of black smoke ,

And a shadow of thick smoke .

and a shade of thick , pitch black smoke ,

and the shadow of a dense black smoke ,

in the shadow of a smoking blaze ,

And a shade of black smoke ,

scalding water and under a shadow of black smoke ,

And the shade of black smoke ,

and under the shadow of black smoke ,

And in the shades of Black Smoke

Imagine a world without theater, without the arts, without song, without dancing, without soccer, without football, without laughter.

I will show wonders in the heavens and in the earth blood, fire, and pillars of smoke.

And I will shew wonders in the heavens and in the earth, blood, and fire, and pillars of smoke.

And they were No songs, no I want moment, no happy village, no love story.

You can see it represented here in J.M.W. Turner's painting, Rain, Steam and Speed .

Smoke from forest fires in Evia (From flickr user nkdx)

Isolated, destitute, and in a state of permanent rage, the French banlieues and immigrant ghettos of British cities have turned into powder kegs where young Muslims easily fall prey to radical religious preaching and political extremism.

in forest fires, automobile exhaust, and tobacco smoke.

Smoke went up out of his nostrils. Fire out of his mouth devoured. Coals were kindled by it.

Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

Smoke went out of his nostrils. Consuming fire came out of his mouth. Coals were kindled by it.

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

The smoke of the incense, with the prayers of the saints, went up before God out of the angel's hand.

and cried out as they looked at the smoke of her burning, saying, 'What is like the great city?'

There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, and fire out of his mouth devoured coals were kindled by it.

Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron.

There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, and fire out of his mouth devoured coals were kindled by it.

For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel's hand.

And cried when they saw the smoke of her burning, saying, What city is like unto this great city!

There will be no development without security and no security without development.

There will be no development without security and no security without development.