Quotes About Atmosphere

the walls were spidery with the shadows of potted palms and on the ceilings

I'd given up trying to explain Hobie to Boris: the house, the workshop, his thoughtful way of listening (...) but more than anything a sort of pleasing atmosphere of mind: foggy, autumnal, a mild and welcoming micro-climate that made me feel safe and comfortable in his company.

The sun was low, burning gold through the trees, casting our shadows before us on the ground

Are you always up this early? Almost always. It's beautiful here, but morning light can make the most vulgar things tolerable.

A world of ticking clocks and creaking floorboards.

Spring had come to Washington. The cherry blossoms were in bloom. Yet the glacial mood of the capital refused to melt. Accusations

You must admit he radiates an atmosphere of the suburbs. Odd. But they all do—I mean those tycoons, they all did. One could positively see the labour-saving devices and the kiddies all in their slumber-wear, coming down to kiss daddy good night. Bloody complacent swine they all are.

It is, I think, almost a law that what one is afraid to say because it will be rejected by the atmosphere of a time, will turn out to be a few years later the most important thing of all.

In Sevigny, there was something so deep and so dangerous that it could barely be felt. But there was no music. And there was no laughter.

It was dark, even at noon, with the snow stretching white and stark to the violet slate of the sky. The frost, grown stronger and stronger, was an antagonist to be studied and countered, like a runagate thief with a knife.

They flew, hissing, through the surgical cold of the air, the scythed snow spinning like glass from the runners.

There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood.

The departure of the church-going element had induced a more humanitarian atmosphere.

The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant, and let the air out of the tires.

Stanley wasn't a good downpour. Nothing wrong with a good downpour for clearing the air. Stanley was the sort of thing you needed a good downpour to clear the air of. Stanley was muggy, close, and oppressive, like someone large and sweaty pressed up against you in a tube train. Stanley didn't rain, but every so often he dribbled on you. Dirk

Out of the utter blackness stabbed a sudden point of blinding light. It crept up by slight degrees and spread sideways in a thin crescent blade, and within seconds two suns were visible, furnaces of light, searing the black edge of the horizon with white fire. Fierce shafts of color streaked through the thin atmosphere beneath them. "The fires of dawn …!" breathed Zaphod. "The twin suns of Soulianis and Rahm …!

The sky which had started out with such verve and spirit in the morning was beginning to lose its concentration and slip back into its normal English condition

Her laughter seemed to discharge something in the atmosphere. From somewhere at the back of the crowd a single voice started to sing a tune that would have enabled Paul McCartney, had he written it, to buy the world.

Ghastly gray light congealed on the land

Lightning belted through the sky, and someone seemed to be pouring something which closely resembled the Atlantic Ocean over them, through a sieve.

a fresh breeze danced lightly through the trees, and the odd sensation that all the buildings were quietly humming

The alien ship was already thundering towards the upper reaches of the atmosphere, on its way out into the appalling void which separates the very few things there are in the Universe from each other.

Must be the clean Long Island air, he thought wryly.

Curious thing, rooms. Tell you quite a lot about the people who live in them.