Quotes About Atmosphere

Before a secret is told, one can often feel the weight of it in the atmosphere.

In a jazz atmosphere, the audience members were so quiet and respectful of the musicians that you felt you were almost part of a meeting at a church or a temple, where everyone was completely in tune with the sermon and what the whole event was about.

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead station.

The Indian audience is so passionate, they know all the tunes and love to party. The atmosphere is always electric.

I loved playing at Anfield, but it could be quite intimidating because you come out of the tunnel and see their fans singing 'You'll Never Walk Alone', and it gives you goosebumps.

Rage can be so common it turns ambient.

If you want to initiate a broader debate about racism, is it really healthy to create an atmosphere in which it is not only statues that are being toppled but a range of cultural artefacts, TV series, celebrities, columnists and controversial broadcasters?

If I can do a scene in one shot, it's in one shot. Most of my shots are pretty long. I think with 'Looking,' what we have in the first minute is a whole episode of a traditional TV show. I like to let things breathe; I like to let things have a certain tone.

Having people be impressed with a house is not a compliment. You don't want them to say, 'What a place!' You want them to sit down and enjoy it.

I back away from negativity - there's too much in this world, and I don't want to be around it.

You set the tone on the set that you want to see in the film.

What I try to do is produce an atmosphere where musicians want to invest in what they do and give to the recording. I hire those musicians who I know will play something creative and interesting.

The musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life.

Outside was the calm that sat in front of a July storm, the kind of cloudy stillness that said you'd better get you and your bicycle on home before a gully washer let loose.

I—I've never liked this place. Maybe because it's down in a hollow and you don't see the road.

It was true that the ghastly sounds I had heard through the fog had greatly upset me but far worse was what emanated from and surrounded these things and arose to unsteady me, an atmosphere, a force - I do not exactly know what to call it - of evil and uncleanness, of terror and suffering, of malevolence and bitter anger

I have always believed that places with long history, especially those in which terrible events have taken place, retain something of those times, some trace in the air, just as I have been in many a cathedral all over the world and sensed the impress of centuries of prayers and devotions. Places are often filled with their own pasts and exude a sense of then, an atmosphere of great good or great evil, which can be picked up by anyone sensitive to their surroundings.

This building was full of what it was missing. It was if the people who passed thorough had left a small indent in the air.

The air she couldn't breathe was scorched, smelled like incense and tobacco, and the atmosphere was charged with an electric buzz of grace which, once you've experienced it, you will never forget.

For, though the room was silent, the silence of half a hundred cats is a peculiar thing, like fifty individual silences all piled one on top of another.

She gave me a slightly sinister smile.

It began to rain in that rushed and urgent way that it rains in New York.

The trees in the park swayed and shuddered in anticipation, with delight or dread I do not know.

In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness. At least a rainbow gives you a tip about the weather.