Quotes About Atmosphere

The moon, as if disgraced, trails rags of black cloud.

Besynnerligt, att det alltid går en rysning genom luften före soluppgången.

A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.

She was unprepared for how much the way into Coldtown looked like a shoddily run DMV.

Everything is ferns, leaf mold, the crackle of fire, and the hum of distant voices.

Their laughter floods the hallway, sounding like the cawing of crows.

warm, buttery sunlight flows into the room like yolk from a cracked egg...

Quelqu'un a-t-il fait attention au brouillard de ce matin ? dit l'employé. — C'était, dit Bianchon, un brouillard frénétique et sans exemple, un brouillard lugubre, mélancolique, vert, poussif, un brouillard Goriot. — Goriorama, dit le peintre, parce qu'on n'y voyait goutte. — Hé ! milord Gâôriotte, il être questiônne de véaus.

The first room exhales an odor for which there is no name in the language, and which should be called the odeur de pension. The damp atmosphere sends a chill through you as you breathe it; it has a stuffy, musty, and rancid quality; it permeates your clothing; after-dinner scents seem to be mingled in it with smells from the kitchen and scullery and the reek of a hospital.

It was as hot as ever, even the turn of the moon bringing no relief, and the cries of cicadas fell like showers around me.

All around her was color: rich, vibrant color. She was the only colorless thing in this whole house.

They spoke in low, intense voices, as if their conversation involved international espionage, which was incongruous in this small suburban café on a pleasant summery Saturday morning, with freshly baked banana and pear bread scenting the air and soft rock drifting languidly from the stereo to the accompaniment of the espresso machine's industrious hiss and grind.

Oh, the testosterone. You could have cut it with a cafeteria spoon.

It was strong, whatever was between us, thick, like the wet air and the smell of every green thing ready to bloom. Maybe it was just spring. Maybe that's all it was.

Socially we balanced each other out. He was the guy who came into the room and everyone was relieved. I made people deeply uneasy, myself most of all.

I felt something that was almost a cool wind against my arms and face, but not a wind, not even a breeze, just an air current that felt different, as if someone ten feet away had opened the lid of an ice box briefly. I reached out to feel it and, as if I had beckoned it, a great gust struck against my hand. All at once the trees shuddered and the grass skirt about the house swished.

It was strong, whatever was between us, thick, like the wet air and the smell of every green thing ready to bloom.

The front door goes again, and Josh appears. Cate's heart lifts a little. While Georgia always arrives with news and moods and announcements and atmospheres, her little brother arrives as though he'd never left. He doesn't bring things in with him, his issues unfurl gently and in good time.

I was a typical Valley teen, in smoggy Van Nuys.

I love the whole layout of Vancouver and the super-friendly people who live there.

I've worked in front of crowds of two hundred that sounded like a thousand, and I've worked in front of crowds of five thousand that sounded like two hundred. It really varies with the energy level with any given crowd on any given night.

The method in which 'Vadachennai' is narrated gives a feeling as if you are travelling with the characters to the different eras where the various situations happen.

There is extraordinary similarities between the Midwest in America and Europe in that there is this sense of vast, open sky and loneliness and cold.

Voyager found Saturn to be a planet with a complex interior, atmosphere, and magnetosphere. In its rings - a vast, gleaming disk of icy rubble - the mission recorded signs of the same physical mechanisms that were key in configuring the early solar system and similar disks of material around other stars.