Quotes About Atmosphere

I think Marseille is probably a place like Liverpool, very vibrant and very tough.

I discovered Los Angeles in the late '90s. The city was not at its best at the time, but I fell for it right away. There is something almost haunted about it, a vibrant mythology I find rather inspiring.

New York feels vibrant... It feels electric to walk the streets at night.

When a child is born, it is immersed in an atmosphere charged with the stellar vibrations peculiar to that moment, which are stamped upon each atom of the sensitive organism by the air inhaled with the first breath.

The atmosphere at Duke is just unbelievable. When people say that you can feel the vibrations in the gym it's not a lie.

The places we'd play were full of bikers, brawlers, and drinkers coming off a day of work looking for a good time, and all these guys would be looking at me like Hannibal Lecter looking at his next victim.

The four of us enjoyed a most wonderful family atmosphere filled with love and reciprocal devotion. Both parents were highly cultured and instilled in us their high appreciation of intellectual pursuit. It was, however, a typical Victorian style of life, all decisions being taken by the head of the family, the husband and father.

The house I grew up in was a tall Victorian town house in Bristol. There were very big rooms, which were under-furnished and always cold.

Us comics guys tend to get really good at the things we draw a lot. I'm good at creepy old forests, Victorian houses, underground goblin cities, and beautiful but creepy fairies.

The Olympics have their own unique atmosphere and energy. People might say it's just the same as any other competition, but don't kid yourself. There's a hunger for victory.

It doesn't matter if you load it on a DVD, if you videotape it, it doesn't matter. There's nothing more exciting than being at a live show.

The climate suits me, and London has the greatest serious music that you can hear any day of the week in the world - you think it's going to be Vienna or Paris or somewhere, but if you go to Vienna or Paris and say, 'Let's hear some good music', there isn't any.

We knew you were approaching," Pandora said to Devon, "from all the happy voices we could hear in the entrance hall." "He's not accustomed to people exclaiming happily when he arrives," West said gravely. "Usually they do it when he leaves.

Wind blew down the canyon like breath through a straw, pushing the scow forward and pleating the river ahead of them.

It's fixin' to come a toad strangler,

Moonlight and high wind. Dark poplars toss, insinuate the sea.

The women were of a unique and overlooked generation. Many were born in 1920, the historic year when American women won the right to vote. Their early life was led in an atmosphere of broadening opportunity

Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.

And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.

In the Midwest, if you show up to a college town on a weekend, you risk running into a football game.

Great, grinding thunder raised its voice in a throaty roar, and the air turned to falling water.

his scent like leather and fresh wind

There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theatres to recall the sensation of rain.

I have neither heard nor read that a Santa Ana is due, but I know it, and almost everyone I have seen today knows it too. We know it because we feel it. The baby frets. The maid sulks. I rekindle a waning argument with the telephone company, then cut my losses and lie down, given over to whatever is in the air.