Quotes About Atmosphere

The flames, as though they were a kind of wild life, crept as a jaguar creeps on its belly toward a line of birch-like saplings that fledged an outcrop of the pink rock.

The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers... Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.

Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars.

The air was heavy with unspoken knowledge.

The sun in the west was a drop of burning gold that slid nearer and nearer the sill of the world. All at once they were aware of the evening as the end of light and warmth.

The deep sea breaking miles away on the reef made an undertone less perceptible than the susurration of the blood.

The reading rooms were large and quiet. Their windows were filmed in dust and desiccated insects, and seemed to age the light falling across the communal tables and the volumes in scores of languages.

The light was going: some cloud cover arriving, as if summoned by drama.

I share the streets with aimlessly moving scraps of paper and little whirlwinds of dust, with motes that pass like erratic thieves under eaves and through doors.

The air was stained by shadows, a darkness burst by lightning like camera flashes.

Collingswood frowned at the clouds, like she did not like what they wrote.

The night was without stars or horizon. The sea and sky bled ink into each other.

New Crobuzon again. Unceasing, unstintingly itself. Warm that spring, gamy: the rivers were stinking. Noisy. Uninterrupted New Crobuzon.

It was not warm and not cold. There was no wind and the sky was very low and grey but it wasn't raining. It was like they'd completely run out of weather.

Hey," he replied. "Got a light?" she asked, raising an unlit cigarette to her chapped lips.

Inside the girl's room it was dank and shabby.

I will not have my son grow up in a tension-filled home.

Overhead, several bare bulbs glow like tiny moons.

But finally we found the place—an Irish pub, as seedy as the roughest ones on the backstreets of Galway.

Instead, she looked vaguely about, sniffing that familiar smell of fresh dirtiness which belongs to mankind's extreme youth, a pleasant smell to mothers. Henny had spent twelve years in that atmosphere.

Attacks by the Witch mother are like tornadoes: random, devastating, and unpredictable. Naturally, her children are on constant alert for changes in the atmosphere that might indicate when and where she will "Turn.

Perhaps it was evening, the bruised plum of dusk

The key to the Republic's enduring popular support lay not only in its most tangible reforms – in the areas of land, labour and welfare – crucial though these were for the redistribution of social and economic power. It also lay in a qualitative change, in the change of social atmosphere that it wrought

Now the light is thickening into real dusk and it starts to rain. And with the rain and the dusk comes the smell of autumn. It makes me shiver happily.