Quotes About Atmosphere

Às vezes erguia eu os olhos a algum vasto apartamento antigo cujos postigos não estavam fechados e onde homens e mulheres anfíbios, readaptando-se cada noite a viver em outro elemento que de dia, lentamente nadavam no denso licor que, ao anoitecer, surde incessantemente do reservatório das lâmpadas para encher as peças até à borda das suas paredes de pedra e vidro, e no seio do qual eles propagavam, deslocando os corpos, redemoinhos untuosos e dourados.

Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...

cabin, they could hear

One day I'd like to visit this planet without having to toss myself down its atmosphere.

I felt vibration as my shield began to plow through Coral's upper atmosphere; Asshole rather unhelpfully chimed in that we had begun to experience turbulence.

player hummed for a second, then sweet sad acoustic guitar filled the air, arpeggiated cascades that transformed the cramped space of the room. The voice that followed was smoky and haunting, filled with loss:

You've seen the sun flatten and take strange shapes just before it sinks in the ocean. Do you have to tell yourself every time that it's an illusion caused by atmospheric dust and light distorted by the sea, or do you simply enjoy the beauty of it?

A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.

Strange how one person can saturate a room with vitality, with excitement. Then there are others, and this dame was one of them, who can drain off energy and joy, can suck pleasure dry and get no sustenance from it. Such people spread a grayness in the air about them.

The clouds appeared and went away, and in a while they did not try anymore.

A blanket of herring clouds was rolling in from the east.

And just as there was a cleanness about his body, so there was a cleanness in his thinking. Men coming to his blacksmith shop to talk and listen dropped their cursing for a while, not from any kind of restraint but automatically, as though this were not the place for it.

The smell of azaleas and the sleepy smell of sun working with chlorophyll filled the air.

and the night moved restlessly about the house.

Even if teen-age children aren't making a sound, it's quieter when they're gone. They put a boiling in the air around them.

the room leaped to darkness.

There was no talk at supper. The quiet was disturbed only by the slup of soup and gnash of chewing, and his father waved his hand to try to drive the moths away from the chimney of the kerosene lamp.

An earth hard as iron lay locked beneath a sky whose mottled clouds spit snow like ashes sucked up a chimney and then dispersed with the smoke.

The best way to keep children home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant - and let the air out of the tires.

Big writers become a kind of shared climate.

The problem is that the atmosphere does not yet exist in which honest police officers can act without fear of ridicule or reprisal from fellow officers.

The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear

There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear without name, without shape. All men feel it and none dare speak.

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