Quotes About Atmosphere

It might be easy to brush away the febrile atmosphere online as a nasty byproduct of free expression: it's less easy when it happens to you.

The Milky Way made a blizzard of stars in the narrow gap between the hills. A whip-poor-will called, its shrill sound close to the house.

Listen to it… The swamp has its own Sound. Its own rhythm.

The gate, which had been securely locked, stood open in welcome. Everything seemed to be welcoming him. A sense of peace began to steal into his heart. A part of him wanted to sit on one of the benches and soak in the atmosphere.

He was just so intimidating and darkly sensual, filling the room with his presence until she could barely think straight.

The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water.

Wassertorstrasse one week was much like another. Our leaky stuffy little attic smelt of cooking and bad drains. When the living-room stove was alight, we could hardly breathe; when

She could hear wisps of fog brushing against the buildings like wet velvet.

Tuck watched the sun bubble into the ocean. Columns of vertical cumulus clouds turned to cones of pink cotton candy, then as the sun became a red wafer on the horizon, they turned candy-apple red, with purple rays reaching out of them like searchlights. The water was neon over wet asphalt, blood-spattered gunmetal—colors from the cover of a detective novel where heroes drink hard and beauty is always treacherous.

The fog lay spread across the city like a drowned whore—damp, cold, smelling of salt and diesel—a sea-sodden streetwalker who'd just bonked a tugboat . . .

Wind howled throught the night, carrying the scent that would change the world.

Outside, the afternoon sun was an orange sliver on an icy horizon.

It is said, in Imardin, that the wind has a soul, and that it wails through the narrow city streets because it is grieved by what it finds there.

a complicit mustiness hung in the air, the odour of silence and calm.

Within a few centuries we are returning to the atmosphere and oceans the concentrated organic carbon stored in sedimentary rocks over hundreds of millions of years.

The verdict was obvious: CFCs were staying in the atmosphere, and because of their inertia nearly their entire post-1930 output was accumulating aloft. But did the presence of these compounds, as Lovelock's group concluded, pose "no conceivable hazard" because they did "not disturb the environment"—or could their accumulation have undesirable consequences?

Cat's passion for atmospheric architecture was only just second to her passion for Henry.

A soft, gentle light fell on the forest-floor, diffused by a screen of foliage. The air itself was thick and congealed; a fighter-pilot, accustomed to a rushing wind, felt this very acutely.

A breath of Paris preserves the soul.

Respirer Paris, cela conserve l'âme.

To breathe Paris is to preserve one's soul.

To breath the air of Paris preserves the soul.

La tempestad es un pulmón que agrega sin cesar lúgubres agravaciones a lo que ya no tiene matiz, a lo negro.

Recaem sobre ela todas as nuvens pesadas, passa sobre ela o oceano todo.