Quotes About Atmosphere

One afternoon, she went to Washington Square

She inhaled air so damp it seemed to drench her lungs.

With his long hair as ragged as rain and as black as thunder, he would have looked quite at home upon a windswept moor, or lurking in some pitch-black alleyway, or perhaps in a novel by Mrs. Radcliffe.

The air was still. The silvery vapour hung serenely on the far horizon, and the frosty stars blinked brightly. Everyone knows the effect of such a scene on a mind already saddened. Fancies and regrets float mistily in the dream, and the scene affects us with a strange mixture of memory and anticipation, like some sweet old air heard in the distance.

The gloom was increased by several grand old trees

But the moods could be contagious. He didn't need one right now.

Your energy introduces yourself before you even speak.

Jake sapeva di bourbon e dolore. Aprii la bocca alla sua lingua, il suo ruvido velluto che spingeva contro il mio, reclamandomi come io stavo reclamando lui. Quel torrido pomeriggio – le scuri di legno che sbattevano contro il muro, il ronzio delle api fuori dalla finestra, il rumore lontano di un aereo che viaggiava verso luoghi sconosciuti – era solo un altro anello della catena.

Meteorology is the study of how to wear a dress while pointing at Albany.

El viento la golpeaba en la pollera, trabándole los pasos, haciéndola inclinarse apenas, como un barco de vela que viniera hacia mí desde la noche.

Pero la calle Mallorca conservaba todavía el olor de las lluvias recientes, o el olor que la lluvia había sacado de los árboles

Dusk falls. There is nothing gentle about the sky.

This town is filled with echoes. It's like they were trapped behind the walls, or beneath the cobblestones. When you walk you feel like someone's behind you, stepping in your footsteps.

The type of work you do, the food on your table, beverages, fragrances, music, friends and animals surrounding you, all this affects the types of spirits you attract. Any sounds, images, fragrance, foods, work, or emotions that are constantly, consistently present potentially serve as lures for spirits (or serve to keep them away).

I breathed in and out, perfume and smoke, perfume and smoke, and we lay like that for a long time, until I heard the seagulls crying, sadder than a funeral, and I knew it was almost morning.

The sky was full of stacked gray clouds and the air tasted like a nickel.

When you walk into a room," he said softly, "the air changes.

The weather is fine,' she said after a moment. 'Have we already run out of things to say?' His voice was light and teasing, and when she turned to steal a glance at his face, he was looking straight ahead, a small, secret smile touching his lips. 'The weather is very fine,' she amended. His smile deepened. So did hers.

The summer air in the colonies had an unpleasant solid quality to it. Rather like fog, if one heated it to the temperature of one's body.

the first splats of raindrops began to dance against his face.

I was upstairs," she continued, "and it was stuffy, and hot. Only it wasn't hot, but it felt like it should be." It was the damnedest thing, but he understood.

She hated the noise and the streaks of light, and the crackling tension in the air, but most of all she hated what it made her feel. ~ Kate God, he loved thunderstorms. Hard to tell why. Maybe it was just the proof of nature's power over man. Maybe it was the sheer energy of the light and sound that pounded around him. Whatever the case, it made him feel alive. ~ Anthony

If you are enjoying yourself its infectious.

I am very interested in place, and the influences of place on characters.