Quotes About Atmosphere

Winds, clouds, whirlwinds, gusts, useless stars!

It was a gray, not-quite-rainy day, the kind where the sky was so low it seemed to bump you in the forehead when you dared to venture outside.

As she passed a café filled with German

gave off an eerie radiance that stained the trees and silvered the road.

THE SKY WAS SO gray it could smother a soul.

The air was electric with sounds—bugs, birds, monkeys—and the sky was the color of fresh blood. A tangerine sun played hide-and-seek through the trees.

You could always tell when Dad was gone. Everything was easier and more relaxed in his absence.

and love took shape in the air around them, a regret and memory-filled version, maybe, sad around the edges, but love.

Music is energy. A mood, atmosphere. Feeling.

They do more than simple dances at The Honey Spot: It's more like seductive theater

The Spot is more like an erotic, interactive concert with extremely talented dancers rather than a simple strip joint.

The first thing they need is a fuel that doesn't pollute. The oil companies are insisting that everyone burn chemical-fire fuels that smoke and get soot and poison gases into the atmosphere. Until they have and are using a better energy source, it's useless to do anything else to salvage the planet.

C'mon on down to the Whiff and Spit; snuff it up and cough it out," Lewis chanted, giving it a catchy rhythem.

He was the smell of winter rain and the sound of his predator's heartbeat

There is everywhere the life of the people, everywhere liberty, everywhere a free atmosphere, everywhere popular supervision, everywhere responsibility. Some people speak of bosses. There were no bosses at all in the Socialist party. Supervision was exercised or can be exercised over those so-called bosses. It used to depend--and it still depends--on the members to invoke the relevant statutory regulations. A strong supervisory control is organized by them and depends only on their initiative.

the air seeming to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place were a story about her.

Ruza and Thyon] hardly heard [Calixte], because a breeze had caused the Lady Spider to yaw just enough that Thyon's shoulder came to rest against Ruza's, and he left it there, and that took all their focus as Calixte navigated into the new skyship hangar.

La luz la trataba de manera distinta que al resto, y el aire parecía detenerse a su alrededor, como un aliento contenido. Como si aquel lugar fuera un cuento dedicado a ella

The night, a living presence, was in constant motion, shifting itself, sighing, breathing. She wondered if perhaps it, too, was trying to get warm.

Just as a white summer cloud, in harmony with heaven and earth freely floats in the blue sky from horizon to horizon following the breath of the atmosphere – in the same way the pilgrim abandons himself to the breath of the greater life that… leads him beyond the farthest horizons to an aim which is already present within him, though yet hidden from his sight.

It smells like heartbreak in here," said Jace.

I'm not so sure about this wind and howling darkness business," Jace went on, "smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?

You're not happy to see me, then?' Jace said. 'I have to say, I'm surprised. I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cells.

and at the same time you are so lucky to have this house, this atmosphere. Yes, that's what I mean, atmosphere, in which to hide and heal your sores.