Quotes About Atmosphere

It's true that your environment influences how you write.

I think of setting as almost a character of its own, influencing the other characters in ways they're not even aware of. So much of the success of a good ghost story rides on creating a creepy atmosphere; details of the landscape itself can help create a sense of dread.

The climate informs the character.

There is a family atmosphere at Inter, and there are all the ingredients to aim high.

The very air in which you live is an inspiration.

I approach horror music differently than anything else. The very first time I watch an episode, I want to be playing an instrument to it so I can get that shock into the show.

Choosing location is integral to the film: in essence, another character.

We don't worry about the integrity of our game. I'm more focused on the atmosphere in the arena, and that's something we're comfortable with going forward.

I love English football because of its brilliant atmosphere, intensity of the competition and the culture of respect that fans and players have for the game.

Bars are about experience and interaction; so often, the people make the bar.

I always told my family, to me interior design and how my house feels is like their music.

Outside the drizzling rain had begun again. It pattered around the house, and on the roofs and eaves, like a million, tiny, stealthy feet: softly, as though the night were teeming with a host of minute, dark beings.

The feeling of glamour just wasn't in the air.

for in that city [New York] there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.

and stepped inside, and instantly felt the damp and cold

The air pregnant with rainbows shatters its mirrors over the grove. - Air

nonchalantly, against her damp brow.

Dis-toi que l'éducation commencera le jour où l'atmosphère sera complètement débarrassée du moindre miasme de « sanction ». Et les plus difficiles à désinfecter seront peut-être les enfants. (p. 27)

The damp air eased between sheets tossed and loosened with dreams, kissing uncovered throats, slipping in with unguarded breaths to lie snugly in the lungs and wait for day.

His eyes stayed open imperiously. No one could close his eyelids. The room smoked of grief.

Sorrow, regret and remorse tear down the cells of the body, and poison the atmosphere of the individual.

A friendliness, as of dwarfs shaking hands, was in the air...

No podía imaginarme que pudiese poseer una cualidad alegre: pertenecía a esa clase de individuos cuya presencia hace que todo salga mal.

A rain shower was rehearsing. A few experimental droplets filled the silence.