Quotes About Atmosphere

Swift-piling winter clouds blotted out the sun.

When clouds appear like rocks and towers, the earth's refreshed by frequent showers.

Deep black, brown, and gray cloud banks were shifting across the sky like tumbleweed across the plains.

This starts when, in the far-off Sahara to the south, the harsh desert wind or khamsin begins to churn. It sweeps across the Mediterranean, rolling clouds like tumbleweeds, then dumps them on the Rock whence they trickle down dismally into Gib town.

Shut the door. Not that it lets in the cold but that it lets out the cozyness.

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.

...the smoke-smuggered stars...

Firelight will not let you read fine stories but it's warm and you won't see the dust on the floor.

The spirits of the dead hallow a house, for me.

The ornaments of your house will be the guests who frequent it.

Miss West is never idle. Below, in the big after-room, she does her own laundering. Nor will she let the steward touch her father's fine linen. In the main cabin she has installed a sewing-machine. All hand-stitching, and embroidering, and fancy work she does in the deck-chair beside me. She avers that she loves the sea and the atmosphere of sea-life, yet, verily, she has brought her home-things and land-things along with her--even to her pretty china for afternoon tea.

Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land.

Every story has, or should have, a mood: the connective tissue which holds the story together. In this regard some writers are adroit, others don't have a clue.

Let us leave this room, said Melancthe. It reeks of the brain.

Star-watching: at night the stars of Alastor Cluster blaze in profusion. The atmosphere refracts their light; the sky quivers with beams, glitters, and errant flashes. The Trills go out into their gardens with jugs of wine; they name the stars and discusses localities. For the Trills, for almost anyone of Alastor, the night sky was no abstract empyrean, but rather a view across prodigious distances to known places: a vast luminous map.

An awkward silence descended between us. Where did that phrase come from? I wonder. Silence descended . Descended from where exactly? Was it hovering over us like the alien spaceship in Independence Day ? Maybe it wasn't really silence so much as it was the smothering weight of something unsaid, words we'd kept at bay, kept in the air, by talking about other things.

up most of the room. There

She worked for a life insurance company that had only recently become sufficiently progressive to hire Negroes. This meant that she worked in an atmosphere so positively electric with interracial good will that no one ever dreamed of telling the truth about anything.

He took a deep breath of air. Once again he caught a strangeness on the wind, neither pleasant nor unpleasant, neither odor nor perfume—just strange, and curiously exciting. "Superintendent, what's that smell? Casey noticed it too, the moment Sven opened the door." Armstrong hesitated. Then he smiled. "That's Hong Kong's very own, Mr. Bartlett. It's money.

I walked to the heart of the neon smear.

the water sounds like fall. Less celebratory, more resigned.

A place is only as good as the people in it.

In primary school when I was 6-7 years old, I always go to theater with my uncle, and I don't know why I like the atmosphere, dark only. The screen has some lighting, that kind of things, you can see the movie star and so that's why I like movies.

My uncle worked in emergency wards dealing with people who came in with terrible injuries. He talked about the sketch shows they would put on to lighten the atmosphere. You often find this sense of grim humor in hospitals. The injuries people are suffering are ghastly. You have to laugh at something or you'd otherwise cry.