Quotes About Atmosphere

The first thunderstorm of the season was in the dressing room, donning its black robes and its necklace of hailstones, strapping on its electrical sword.

Though February lay about her shoulders like a cloak of lead.

Elsewhere, they might call the wind Mariah, but here its name was Something Fishy.

The sky is as gruff as a Chinese waiter. It keeps slamming the silverware against the horizon.

He could tell from the faces of some of the reporters that it was going to be one of those mornings

She stopped then and turned her face toward him and the hateful wind.

A poisoned silence floated through the rooms like a big fishnet that Violet alone slashed through with loud recriminations.

Unlike the English fogs he had known since he would walk, or those way north where he lived now, this one was sun fired, turning the world into thick, hot gold. Penetrating it was like struggling through a dream.

Our weather is soft, mostly, with peculiar light.

Una fiesta solo es aburrida en la medida en que lo son sus invitados.

I walk into Summerville and no matter what my mood is it instantly drops about thirty degrees.

I'm alone all day. In the afternoon, thunder... the sky stitches together the loose scraps of dark.

South Dakota boosters had unsuccessfully tried to make a case for moving the U.S. capital from Washington DC to South Dakota, citing the latter's balmy weather and gentle Chinook winds as healthier than Washington's humid atmosphere.

hopelessness can create an atmosphere where fixable problems become unfixable ones. We must work to resist this erosion in our belief in the potential of our own behavior and actions to change things.

Sheets of sleet hurtled themselves against the windows, clattering like the tapping of devilish fingers upon the glass.

You got the this place lookin' like a whore-house." Jitty said.

What woke him was a subconscious awareness of atmospheric change. The billowing curtains over his east windows looked like a fat ghostly intruder.

The tin pan notes of a piano drift faintly into the night. A man curses and a window slams. Far distant an ash can clatters on stone and the almost human screech of a cat pierces the night.

The sound and music are 50% of the entertainment in a movie

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

Nothing ever gets settled in this town. ... a seething debating society in which the debate never stops, in which people never give up, including me. And so that's the atmosphere in which you administer.

They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a man's laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death.

There was an edge to this darkness.... A cold wind was blowing out of the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.