Quotes About Atmosphere

Alone in the empty shell of a house the squatter watched through the moteblown glass a rimshard of bonecolored moon come cradling up over the black balsams on the ridge, ink trees a facile hand sketched against the paler dark of winter heavens.

Stark gray world appeared again and again out of the night in the shrouded flare of the lightning.

The old lamps down Chartres Street like burning gauze in the fog.

Every book should begin with attractive endpapers,' he had once told Meggie. 'Preferably in a dark color: dark red or dark blue depending on the binding. When you open the book it's like going to the theater. First you see the curtain. Then it's pulled aside and the show begins.

He closed the window, and the scents of the past again flooded the room, like a bunch of wilted flowers.

The road went ever more steeply downhill. Overhead, the branches of the trees intertwined. It was a still, windless morning, cloudy and damp.

Outside, the lights of Moskva gave the night sky a grubby glow, and even the moons wore veils of human haze.

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Throughout the meal, Windy's voice blew over them, smooth and steady. It didn't matter what he was saying.

The air in the library rooms was silent, full of ideas, the thinking of the writers of books, the thinking of the readers of books.

A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.

She could hear a distant coughing of a sheep.

In front of the house was a huge old ash-tree. The west wind, sweeping from Derbyshire, caught the houses with full force, and the tree shrieked again. Morel liked it. It's music, he said. It sends me to sleep. But Paul and Arthur and Annie hated it. To Paul, it became an almost demonical noise.

The sky was a clear, fresh blue

I alight at Esplanade in a smell of roasting coffee and creosote and walk up Royal Street. The lower Quarter is the best part. The ironwork on the balconies sags like rotten lace. Little French cottages hide behind high walls. Through deep sweating carriageways one catches glimpses of courtyards gone to jungle.

A mare's tail of cirrus cloud stands in high from the Gulf.

it makes such difference where you read

Your breath falls around me like dew

It's nice, Tom. I never milked in a barn so nice.

what would have been a dining room. He wanted around him only things

His voice sounded more sincere in these surroundings, less distorted by pride and pain.

Racism is a luxury in a world where resources are scarce, where economic competition is an armed sport, in a world where even the atmosphere is plotting against you. In an arena like that racism is more a halftime entertainment, a favorite sitcom when the day is done.

The pheromones of fear are in the atmosphere and they impact the energy field of the environment to such an extent that it affects anyone who enters that space. The opposite is also true.

Proper lighting is everything, Julianna.