Quotes About Atmosphere

The sky continued to convulse over them, lashing lightning in all directions.

the hot west wind that blew like sand whispering across stone.

Like a wing sweeping them into its embrace, the storm closed around them.

Starlight played on its swirling surface two hundred paces away. Moths fluttered like flecks of snow fleeing the warm wind. Neither man spoke for a long while.

Rake was an atmosphere, a heart-thudding, terror-threaded presence no-one could ignore, much less escape. Violence, antiquity, sombre pathos, and darkest horror – the Son of Darkness was a gelid eddy in immortality's current, and the Mhybe could feel, crawling beneath her very skin, every Rhivi spirit awakened in desperation.

A sudden wind thrashed the treetops in the garden, sweeping down from the east.

Leaves skirled past, clattering like tiny bones.

Sweat and death clung to the air thick as gauze.

Create an atmosphere in your classroom that encourages questioning, open discussion and respect for a wide range of beliefs and opinions.

I'm alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.

Page once said that anyone hired at Google should be capable of engaging him in a fascinating discussion should he be stuck at an airport with the employee on a business trip. The implication was that every Googler should converse at the level of Jared Diamond or the ghost of Alan Turing. The idea was to create a charged intellectual atmosphere that makes people want to come to work.

I've only been to Ireland once, and I felt I would wake up with voices in my head, almost like music, and that if I were a songwriter, I would be very inspired.

While she was away, he'd forgotten how powerfully she broadcast her feelings, filling the house like a kind of nerve gas.

I have a big problem with piped music. I like either silence or to listen to it properly.

She could sense something creeping towards her home, shrouded in thunder, carried by it.

The dawn was beginning to bloom around him, and already the land was held in that surreal stillness that heralds the transition between night and day.

My hostess had an extensive family of brats, sticky-mouthed and staring, who were huddled around a delightfully huge fire.

The air was hushed and still as if the fog were an enchantment beneath whose spell the whole world slept.

Bayard's worry, the things he could not say, hung as a tension in the air.

The air around them shimmered with a sense of immenence.

In the world of the night, all is black and white, and we were there to celebrate its colours.

Magrast, so huge and busy, had un-nerved Khaster and Valraven at first. They were used to the wild, free air of Caradore. Here they found enclosed spaces, areas of decay and poverty, where the air was almost unbearable. High walls enclosed them, and a forest of bleak turrets, immense domes, elegant spires.

The air smelled exotically of old incense and Shan's skin prickled as if emanations from past conjourings still crackled in the folds of the universe.

Shem shivered in the clammy heat of the city. It felt as if the picture had crossed time as well as distance to reach him.