Quotes About Atmosphere

Listening to albums and records is not the best way to percept Verka Serduchka. Live shows are the place where you can feel that specific atmosphere, that is not going to be the same ever.

An excellent wine, someone's best attempt at cooking, and the candles and flowers on the table can turn the simplest dinner into an unforgettably romantic event.

A live concert to me is exciting because of all the electricity that is generated in the crowd and on stage. It's my favorite part of the business - live concerts.

The atmosphere you create influence the reception the other person will give you.

At that precise moment, while the juniors were eating their dessert at Prunier's, Annie fell in love with RPD absolutely, and hers must have been the last generation to fall in love without hope in such an unproductive way. After the war the species no longer found it biologically useful, and indeed it was not useful to Annie. Love without hope grows in its own atmosphere, and should encourage the imagination, but Annie's grew narrower.

In this toxic atmosphere, good intentions are eroding like the noses of stone gargoyles on cathedral peaks.

They were the sort of walls that hoarded winter and emanated its chill throughout summer.

My uncle's town, Milburn, is one of those places that seems to create its own limbo and then to nest down in it.

The weather is schön, so schön. But there is nothing to breathe...

lived on the Coast, in San Francisco. They have the skin thing there, too.

I seem to be living in my own novels more and more. I can't figure out why. Am I losing touch with reality? Or is reality actually sliding toward a Phil Dickian type of atmosphere? And if the latter, then for god's sake why? Am I responsible? How could I be responsible? Isn't that solipsism? It's too much for me.

Primero habían muerto los búhos. Eso hacía parecido entonces divertido: esas aves gruesas, plumosas, blancas, caídas en los parques y en las calles...

She'd hardly been aware of feeling anxious, but that was because anxiety was everywhere, built into the very molecules of the world, or so it had seemed.

The temperature had disturbed the insects, and a cloud of midges made every outline hazy.

As darkness was falling at the edge of the Fens, rain started to fall too.

What Mrs. Coulter was saying seemed to be accompanied by a scent of grownupness, something disturbing but enticing at the same time; it was the smell of glamour.

the zeppelin. It sounded

and coming from the walls all around was a slight humming sound, almost too low to hear, the sort of sound you had to get used to or go mad.

Dispel, v. It was the way you said, "I have something to tell you." I could feel the magic drain from the room.

I could never be with someone who wasn't excited by rainstorms

Sitting in front of a fire is mesmerizing. It's magical. I feel the same way about electricity. And smoke. And flickering lights.

Fat flakes of snow fell like silent, feathery ghosts in the windless sub-arctic night beyond the window.

Desire demands only a constant attention to the unknown gravitational field which surrounds us and from which we can recharge ourselves every moment, as if breathing from the atmosphere of possibility itself. A life's work is not a series of stepping-stones onto which we calmly place our feet, but more like an ocean crossing where there is no path, only a heading, a direction, which, of itself, is in conversation with the elements.

It was not a jolly place at all for a sun-loving soul