Quotes About Atmosphere

They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a man's laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death," Ned said evenly. "Perhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor.

She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.

The air smelled of paper and dust and years.

The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods.

Even the sky was grey. Grey and grey and greyer. The whole world grey, everywhere you look, everything grey except the eyes of the bride. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.

It was too wet to see the sun go down, too grey to see the moon come up.

The hotel bar was quiet and dark, with the kind of mood that promotes good talk and serious drinking.

The very air seemed grey and green and still.

The pale sword came shivering through the air

The wall has more moods than Mad King Aerys, they'd say, or sometimes the wall has more mood than a woman.

Ser Barristan wrinkled up his nose, and said, "Your Grace should not be here, breathing these black humors.

The day was grey and bitter cold, and the dogs would not take the scent.

The air smelled of salt and frying fish, of hot tar and honey, of incense and oil and sperm.

Lo, sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow, White petals from the flowers that grow In the cold atmosphere.

It has come to my attention, that air pollution is polluting the air!

The very atmosphere of firearms anywhere and everywhere restrains evil interference - they deserve a place of honor with all that's good.

Oh, the sudden change of perspective brought about by travel and absence! How different everything was here: the people in the streets, the houses, the color of the air, the sky above the roofs, a low sky, very close, with molded clouds, and which looked as if it had come out of a painting. A unique setting, a subtle atmosphere of silvery greys, the patina of centuries on the old walls—a shimmering marvel for the eyes of a painter. ("The Dead Town")

C'era un'atmosfera da domenica sera, quando ci si sente fiacchi senza aver fatto nulla, invasi da un molle torpore, e i minuti scorrono più lenti che gli altri giorni.

choir of cicadas whose song made the air tremble.

where the streets were two-donkeys narrow and the air always redolent of freshly baked bread, fruit, sunshine and drains in equal quantities

lavender-coloured lightning.

He drenched himself in a scent so thick that it was almost visible

He drenched himself in a scent so thick that it was almost visible and he had only to spend a second in a room to permeate the whole atmosphere, while the cushions he leaned against and the chairs he sat in reeked for days afterwards.

Gradually the magic of the island [Corfu] settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen.