Quotes About Atmosphere

Los atardeceres eran increíbles. Algunos días solían ser morados y rosas, otros días era como un abrasador naranja prendiéndole fuego a las nubes en el horizonte. -Juli

I'm not a global warming believer. I'm not a global warming denier. I'm a global warming agnostic who believes instinctively that it can't be very good to pump lots of CO2 into the atmosphere but is equally convinced that those who presume to know exactly where that leads are talking through their hats.

There is absolutely no such thing as reading but by a candle. We have tried the affectation of a book at noon-day in gardens, and in sultry arbours, but it was labor thrown away. Those gay motes in the beam come about you, hovering and teasing, like so many coquets, that will have you all to their self, and are jealous of your abstractions. By the midnight taper, the writers digests his meditations. By the same light we must approach to their perusal, if we would catch the flame, the odour.

It was a dark and stormy night. - Snoopy

Such days of autumnal decline hold a strange mystery which adds to the gravity of all our moods.

und kalt und stürmisch, im Gesicht.

but can't you feel it? Something abominable and atmospheric.

Above me, the moon spun low across the sky and a few watery clouds hung from the stars like cobwebs. In

that the way you experience life in your home is determined by how you do your housekeeping.

It was April in Minneapolis and snowing, the flakes coming down in thick swirls enchanting the city

A carillon was pealing as they cruised soundlessly over a watercourse and through bowers; they were splashed in passing by hot droplets of sun.

He'd read that rage remained forever in a place that had once nurtured it. "The spirit of the place.

Clouds tie-dye the night.

glowing ghost-clouds lit by a haunted moon

The sea has no mood except that of the sky and of its winds.

I tried to catch some fog. I mist.

Climate... is what a locality has when you are buying a home there, and weather is what it has afterwards.

Tonight's forecast: dark. Continued mostly dark tonight, turning to widely scattered light in the morning.

The night was filled with insects and a hesitant breeze that seemed to change direction with each gust.

...the ember and firesmoke shades of winter twilight...

Where the hostess is handsome the wine is good.

There's so much pollution in the air now that if it weren't for our lungs there'd be no place to put it all.

The air was thick with betrayal. No one could trust anyone else, and in that dismal atmosphere the men seemed to grow even duller, devolving into mechanical extensions of the machines they serviced.

So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.