Quotes About Atmosphere

There were several trees bleakly reaching into the fog. Any one of them might have been the one I was looking for.

Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go. OSCAR WILDE

The more melodies and chord changes, the less good it is for the clubs, but the better it is for radio, because it makes it really emotional.

My buildings should have an emotional core - a space which, in itself, has an emotional nice feeling.

Loads of chemicals and hazardous wastes have been introduced into the atmosphere that didn't even exist in 1948. The environmental condition of the planet is far worse than it was 42 years ago.

I wanted to make sure that the environment of the shooting itself was not that controlled, and the way to go about that course was to work with as small a crew as possible.

hen the price of carbon reaches $100 a tonne, then it will become an economically viable business proposition to start taking COâ'' out of the atmosphere and sequestering it underground.

To sit in a big library amongst books and students, that was pretty cool. It was a novel experience for me.

Heavy clouds and rain pouring down. They look how I feel.

The nymphs wafted around me. Their smothered laughter drifted down the halls. At least, I told myself, it was not their brothers, who would have bragged and fought and hunted down my wolves. But of course that was never a real danger. Sons were not punished.

The strangeness began as a prickling of my skin. First the quail went silent, then the dove. The leaves stilled, and the breeze died, and no animals moved in the brush. There was a quality to the silence like a held breath. Like the rabbit beneath the hawk's shadow. I could feel my pulse striking my skin.

His voice was resonant, warm, with a pull to it that reminded me of ocean tides.

The smell of his grandparents' home is always the same: a mix of woodsmoke, polish, leather, wool.

Far above in the building, a door slams, muffled voices are heard and there is the sound of feet rapidly descending a staircase. The café seems to listen attentively. The dried glasses on the shelves vibrate against each other, in sympathy with the crashing footsteps. The contracting metal of the cappuccino machine clicks. A drop of water falls from the tap, spreads over the bowl of the sink, then trickles towards the plughole.

It was partly the buzz you get at any big fight but also there was the build-up of static brought on by the rustling of pacamacs, and which had on occasion, so they said, given rise to the appearance of ball-lightning at these events.

The sky was a blanket of grey, tarmac-coloured clouds with no hint of the blue beyond them.

the warm glazes, the sparkling penumbra of the room itself and, through the little window framed with honeysuckle, in the rustic avenue, the resilient dryness of the sun-parched earth, veiled only by the diaphanous gauze woven of distance and the shade of the trees.

my house contains every useless thing in the world. it lacks only the one essential, a piece of sky like this one...

Only imagination and belief can differentiate from the rest certain objects, certain people, and can create an atmosphere.

Like the fires caught and fixed by a great colourist from the impermanence of the atmosphere and the sun, so that they should enter and adorn a human dwelling, they invited me, those chrysanthemums, to put away all my sorrows and to taste with a greedy rapture during that tea-time hour the all-too-fleeting pleasures of November, whose intimate and mysterious splendour they set ablaze all around me.

I never allow myself to be influenced in the smallest degree either by atmospheric disturbances or by the arbitrary divisions of what is known as Time. I would willingly reintroduce to society the opium pipe of China or the Malayan kriss, but I am wholly and entirely without instruction in those infinitely more per-nicious (besides being quite bleakly bourgeois) implements, the umbrella and the watch.

We remember an atmosphere because girls were smiling in it.

Non subisco mai l'autorità delle perturbazioni atmosferiche né delle divisioni convenzionali del tempo. Sarei lieto di riabilitare l'uso della pipa d'oppio e del kriss malese, ma ignoro quello di quegli strumenti infinitamente più perniciosi e d'altronde piattamente borghesi, l'orologio e l'ombrello.

I never allow myself to be influenced in the smallest degree either by atmospheric disturbances or by the arbitrary divisions of what is known as Time.