Quotes About Atmosphere

The ghosts didn't stand a chance. They were probably cold too.

I watched webs of lightning crackle in the dark air, framed by their black-cloud background, touching down on the rim forty or fifty miles to the east. Then, just as quickly as it had come, it blew through again.

It may surprise you to hear that good coffee made in shabby locations still tastes like good coffee.

The night was mossy and hot...

based on natural lighting and atmospheric conditions, and sensors in all the rooms turn lights on and off depending on whether the space is being used. In short, the School of the Future incorporates many innovations but also has high-tech interactivity that borders on extreme surveillance

This is what I write to her: The clouds tonight embossed the sky.

I can't stand dark and dreariness in a house. We have enough of it in our lives without creating it for ourselves

Uit het kafee gekomen, zagen we dat de Maan er weer prima bijstond Zo lief, zo rood, zo vol, maar ook zo laag: een kwestie van een trapleer of op iemands schouder staan, meer niet.

Entrando nell'appartamento, Fenoglio percepiì come una traccia nell'aria. Fu un attimo, un'impressione, quasi una cosa immaginata, un ricordo che non riesci a ricordare, un pensiero fastidioso e inafferrabile.

So, amid all the laughter and the steam, the Trenet record, the unwound clocks, the veiled curtains, the teasing and banter, the dewy, mildewy glamour of a swimming-pool in whose stagnant atmosphere the flat was bathed, the days passed, jubilant and implacable, days divided by nights as two frames of film are divided by a black strip.

Such a negative emotional climate makes you feel dark, heavy, negative, and needy, like a black hole. It also affects how you appear to others: You don't smile much, you don't make eye contact, and you keep to yourself. It's like being painted black and makes you almost invisible to others.

TEMPORALE Un bubbolìo lontano... Rosseggia l'orizzonte, come affocato, a mare: nero di pece, a monte, stracci di nubi chiare: tra il nero un casolare: un'ala di gabbiano.

The rain's been racing earthwards as if with some religious or political fanaticism. The clouds have the look of dark internal bleeding. Surely you lot look up from Cosmo while this sort of thing's going on? Surely you take a Playstation break?

I counted seventy-three shades of grey in an eight-by-ten room.

You think horror enters spectacularly. It doesn't. It just prosaically turns up. Even in the first seconds you know you'll find it a room.

The weather wouldn't settle down. It would rain cats and dogs, then stop, then drip awhile, then stop while it made up its mind what to do next.

My moods are inversely related to the clarity of the sky.

I always assumed everybody shared my love for overcast skies. It came as a shock to find out that some people prefer sunshine.

The difference between pornography and erotica is lighting.

We all walk in mysteries. We are surrounded by an atmosphere about which we still know nothing at all.

Enamoured pigeons coo upon the roof...

We live in an ocean of air like fish in a body of water. By our breathing we are attuned to our atmosphere. If we inhibit our breathing we isolate ourselves from the medium in which we exist. In all Oriental and mystic philosophies, the breath holds the secret to the highest bliss.

In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.

Massive rolling waves of white-gray clouds chase the warm afternoon across a deep blue sky.