Quotes About Atmosphere

It was not the sun, but the moonlight that shimmered in the garden, edging the leaves with silver and touching the outlines of the statuary figures.

They sat on the bank. It was better to tell such stories close to the river than in a drawing room. Words accumulate indoors, trapped by walls and ceilings. The weight of what has been said can lie heavily on what might yet be said and suffocate it. By the river the air carries the story on a journey: one sentence drifts away and makes room for the next.

As we drove into Harrow-gate, the atmosphere in the car was heavy with Miss Winter's oppressive silence.

There was nothing to see; the mist that hung in the air made everything invisible that was more than a short distance away.

If I see someone I see the ghost of them, the air around them, and where they've been. If I see a city I see it's living ghostliness—the stray looks, the dying hands. I see it's needs and its discomforts locked in apartments.

A mist is rolling over the fields. Why is a summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

Walking down Belmotte was the oddest sensation-- every step took us deeper into the mist until at last it closed over our heads. It was like being drowned in the ghost of water.

I leaned against the carved banisters and listened to the music and felt quite different from any way I have ever felt before -- softer, very beautiful and as if a great many men were in love with me and I might very easily be in love with them.

The table was a pool of candlelight -- so bright that the rest of the room seemed almost black, with the faces of the family portraits floating in the darkness.

Any cat can make a house seem haunted.

the old towns in the South where queer grey moss hangs from the trees...

Is this a mild winter or a harsh winter?

A band played live Muzak.

Rain turned to sleet, sleet to snow.

Don't we know when a death is passing in the air?

I barely forget the times I had in this room, he said.

Good brokers are not all about making money. And even if they are, the best way for one to make money is to create an atmosphere of trust and reliability.

In an atmosphere where compromise is viewed as akin to sedition, the result is a dynamic in which national security is often the victim.

If you're going to have an existential crisis, Portland in winter is hard to beat.

There was no breeze, not the slightest current; the day lay like a filthy blanket upon the city.

By contrast Hobie lived and wafted like some great sea mammal in his own mild atmosphere, the dark brown of tea stains and tobacco, where every clock in the house said something different and time didn't actually correspond to the standard measure but instead meandered along at its own sedate tick-tock, obeying the pace of his antique-crowded backwater, far from the factory-built, epoxy-glued version of the world.

It was a clear, black morning, encrusted with stars.

But even that day, there on the porch, with Charles beside me and the smell of wood smoke in the air, it had the quality of a memory; there it was, before my eyes, and yet too beautiful to believe.

Occasionally a car swooshed by in the rain and its headlights would swing round momentarily and illuminate the room-the pool table, snowshoes on the wall and the rowing machine, the armchair in which Henry sat, motionless, a glass in his hand and the cigarette burning low between his fingers. For a moment his face, pale and watchful as a ghost's, would be caught in the headlights and then, very gradually, it would slide back into the dark.