Quotes About Atmosphere

One cloud feels lonely.

Warm fog swirled in the canyon as we gradually descended. A hundred feet in front of us everything was lost in the fog and a hundred feet behind us everything was lost in the fog. We were walking in a capsule between amnesias.

Oxygen flooded into the atmosphere as a pollutant, even a poison, until natural selection shaped living things to thrive on the stuff and, indeed, suffocate without it.

cacophony of typewriter keys being pounded and typewriter carriages returning, phones ringing, men yelling and coughing, electric fans here and there droning as they hacked the unbearable heat into intolerable hot tufts.

to sit in the empty stands of a Florida ball park and hear the sounds of glove leather and chatter;

Standing behind them in the shadowy lobby I was

Sit yourself down, Joan instructed as we reached the the fag-fogged, gin-scented den that was nominally her sitting room.

He also loved candelabra.

The sky is a bruise, only a storm will heal it.

The dirt," he says, his voice strangely peaceful. "What about it?" she asks. "It's dirty.

His eyes reflected the open grey of the autumnal sky.

Pero cuando, sustituidas éstas (las lámparas eléctricas con pantalla de papel) por los candelabros, de luz todavía más tenue, se observan las bandejas y boles bajo el parpadeo de la trémula llama, se descubre cómo el brillo de todos esos objetos lacados, hondo y espeso como las aguas de un estanque, va revistiéndose de un encanto completamente diferente al que había mostrado hasta entonces.

Cobbles are enormously evocative, like the scent of forgotten objects and remembered melodies.

Every time they lost their tempers, storms would gather. That could be a boon in dry weather.

She had never felt such excitement, such awareness of life around her, as if the very air was charged with his presence.

chairs were padded. The tables looked clean. There were napkin dispensers on the tables instead of rolls of cheap

You could guarantee a decent cup of coffee in Betty's, but it went beyond the decent coffee and the respectable girls (and women) who had been parcelled up some time in the 1930s and freshly unwrapped this morning. It was the way that everything was exactly right and fitting. And clean.

They have no sense of humour whatsoever – even Bunty has a sense of humour compared with our hosts. They have united Prussian gloom and Presbyterian dourness in an awesome combination.

I would sit in at a jazz brunch [at sweet Basil] with Eddie Chamblee, who was a great tenor player. Really a kind man. The whole band was great.

My father when walked into a room, you could tell that everybody loved him. They really did. He was quite a man. My mother was more into the show biz atmosphere than he was.

Men of stainless character and self purification will easily inspire confidence and automatically purify the atmosphere around them.

The moon doesn't have enough gravity to keep an atmosphere around it and some men doesn't have enough honour to keep God's angels around them!

Sundays in France have a different atmosphere to other days, with fewer phone calls, no postman, no delivery men and no one banging on the door.

New York is a different breed than any other city there is. Media can be very hard on you at times, but [Patrick Ewing] did handle it like a man. He was able to prosper in that whole atmosphere.