Quotes About Atmosphere

Je ne me laisse jamais influencer par les perturbations de l'atmosphère ni par les divisions conventionnelle du temps

intoxication makes real for an hour or two a subjective idealism, pure phenomenism; nothing is left now but appearances, nothing exists save as a function of our sublime self. This is not to say that a genuine love, if we have one, cannot survive in such conditions. But we feel so unmistakably, as though in a new atmosphere, that unknown pressures have altered the dimensions of that sentiment that we can no longer consider it in the old way

linked all of a sudden to places from which I had thought it quite distinct, lost its mystery and took up its place in the region, leading me to reflect in terror that Mme Bovary and La Sanseverina9 would perhaps have struck me as creatures like any other had I come across them anywhere except in the enclosed atmosphere of a novel.

I never allow myself to be influenced either by atmospheric perturbations or by the conventional divisions of time. I would happily instate the use of the opium pipe and the Malay kris, but I know nothing about the use of those infinitely more pernicious and also insipidly bourgeois implements, the watch and the umbrella.

Pieni kopaus ikkunaruutuun kuin jokin olisi töytäissyt siihen, sitten väljä kevyt varina kuin ikkunasta kerrosta ylempää olisi heitetty hiekkajyviä, sittern varina laajeni, muuttui säännölliseksi, omaksui rytmin, tuli juoksevaksi, sointuvaksi, musikaaliseksi, määrittämättömäksi, kaiken käsittäväksi: satoi.

Give us either bright sun or pouring rain—the in-between stuff depresses me.

The room smelled of children, that sunlight smell over socks and sweat.

the queasy purple of light pollution was lonelier than night.

Heavy clouds quilted the world as Ethan turned off the Honda.

They went back to looking straight ahead. A row of bottles lined the back of the bar, and behind them faded snapshots had been tacked up in a collage.

The whole house seemed to be permeated by the scent of the herb garden.

Meanwhile Crumb Street, never a place of beauty, that afternoon was at its worst. The fog slopped over its low houses like a bucketful of cold soup over a row of dirty stoves. The

I don't think of the sky as any kind of heaven item. I think of it as a bunch of gases and faraway echoes of things that used to be on fire.

They say there is a sweeter airwhere it was made, than we have here.

You may think you see plenty of stars, friend reader, but you are wrong. Night is both blacker and more brilliant than you can imagine, and the sky a glory that puts to shame the most splendid jewels at Renwick's. Up in the mountains, where the air is crisper than the humid atmosphere of Scirland, I beheld a beauty I had never before seen.

The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways.

My best hostess tip is to have good food and really good music!

So if we decrease the use of carbon dioxide, are we not taking away plant food from the atmosphere?

I always say that environment always affects the food.

Toots Shore's restaurant is so crowded nobody goes there anymore.

I had been right: freedom smelled like ozone and thunderstorms and gunpowder all at once, like snow and bonfires and cut grass, it tasted like seawater and oranges.

Prime Minister [Shinz? Abe] and I have spoken a lot, and we said all the right things, in my opinion, about creating an atmosphere of trust and friendship between our nations and peoples.

I just want to make my friends laugh. I want to make them feel that if they had a bad day I could be someone who provides dinners or atmospheres or weekends where we can all sort of go away and relax and sort of spend time with each other. I definitely like organizing things socially. Do I cook for them? No, no, no. I provide a place and some wine and we just try and make each other laugh.

I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.