Quotes About Atmosphere

I think that is what a national park is all about. It gives people breathing room. It gives people a tranquil atmosphere. It gives them an opportunity to be a part of nature, You're just part of it all. - Juanita Green

The hard rain nailed the night to the city.

Lighting one candle with another candle- spring evening

The varicolored cloud dust that the sun has stirred up in the sky was settling by slow degrees.

The wind through the open windows had broomed out all the fetid feeling of absence and nothingness.

The rose of the world was breathing out smell.

I've worked on shows where the set was very morose and boring, kind of like nobody wanted to be there. I felt that affects the work.

The Ariake Arena is stunningly beautiful.

The town produces somewhat the same effect upon the mind as a sleeping-draught upon the body. It is silent as Venice.

the daylight subdued by four red walls with narrow white stripes adopted a pink glow which lent faces and every last detail a mysterious grace and a fantastical quality…Sunbeams fell across the house obliquely, wrapping around it like a scarf, cutting across the parlor, expiring in a peculiar sheen on the paneling along the walls that backed onto the courtyard, and enveloping [the] woman in the scarlet zone projected by the damask curtain draped along the window.

Never in his life had Godefroid seen so wonderful a sight; he could scarcely control his emotions. Another wonder, for all was wondrous in this scene, so full of horror and yet of poesy, was that in those who saw it soul alone existed. This atmosphere, filled with mental emotions only, had a celestial influence. Those present felt their bodies as little as the sick woman felt hers. They were all mind.

A house with old furniture has no need of ghosts to be haunted.

romántico hasta sentir el estado de dolorosa melancolía que provoca una simple garúa que agrisa el patio

It wasn't that they were unpleasant people; indeed, they were the sweetest things ever; they just enjoyed melancholy and seemed to take heart and spirit from it.

The merchant's success depends on his or her ability to tell a story. What people see or hear or smell or do when they enter a space guides their feelings, enticing them to celebrate whatever the seller has to offer.

Finally, the stores' design, so critical to atmosphere, seemed to lack the warm, cozy feeling of a neighborhood gathering place. Some people called our interior spaces cookie-cutter or sterile: Clearly we have had to streamline store design to gain efficiencies of scale . . . [but] one of the results has been stores that no longer have the soul of the past. . . .

It was a nice night. A pleasant evening. There seemed to be stars somewhere and it was easy to avoid stepping in the garbage and dog shit on the streets. A truly beautiful night. Tony

Under a sky the color of judgment

COLD. "Cold," he said, and understood. Cold was the meaning for his shivering body, the steaming billows of his breath, the trickleways of water down the windows

Nothing tells you that you are not on Earth anymore than exhaling at one price and inhaling at another.

Rain wasn't quite falling yet, but it had scheduled an appointment.

The shelves were bowed under the weight of textbooks. There were old framed prints on the walls, and a blackboard with the single word CHARACTER on it. University paperwork was piled on the window ledge, all but blacking out the bottom two panes. The smell in the room was that of intellect gone awry.

Sky glowing dull pink. Simmer dim, as the Shetlanders called

You weren't kidding about the rolls," Rebus said, taking another bite. "Bacon just the right side of crispy," Robert Chatham agreed. They were seated across from one another at a booth with padded seats and a Formica-topped table. Mugs of dark-brown tea and plates in front of them, Radio Forth belting out from the kitchen.