Quotes About Atmosphere

Night falls over Machu Picchu to the sound of Abba's 'Dancing Queen'.

now the wind that had raged round the castle had died down to a low moaning in the pine trees—a whimpering of time-worn agony.

An atmosphere of general catastrophe always alleviates individual catastrophe- that's probably why suicides are so rare in wartime

O atmosfer? de catastrof? global? face înrtotdeauna mai suportabile catastrofele individuale, acesta e motivul pentru care, negreÈ™it, sunt atât de rare sinuciderile în vreme de r?zboi.

El domingo por la mañana salí un rato por el barrio; compré una barra de pan con uvas. El día era tibio, pero un poco triste, como suele ser el domingo en París; sobre todo cuando uno no cree en Dios.

The light, now down to its grotty underwear, was cinematically sad.

It's snowing." Rhys looked up at the light flakes that had started to drift down. "Yes, it is." I grimaced as I got smacked in the eyeball with a large wet flake when I looked up.

I became aware of a very peaceful atmosphere, which was not what I expected. I do not claim to be psychic, but I expected to pick up a trace of violence there. There was nothing, just the wind rustling the leaves, desolation and peace. All the action was long past and I could not recover any of it.

Animals absorb and react to the energy of those they live with.

air smelled heavy and damp, like an unventilated attic. Assuming

When a comedy was on in our apartment, everything was better. Somehow, even the apartment smelled better.

Oh, the air is sultry and pregnant with lightning. And therefore we call to our deluded brothers: Repent, repent, the Kingdom of the Lord is at hand!

The tall tree above him formed a burnished metallic lace against the blurry evening sky.

If this is madness," I said to myself, breathing his atmosphere exquisite almost to sanctification, "madness is something very beautiful.

În curtea interioar? ce ne strângea pur È™i simplu la umeri ca o hain? prea strâmt?, vântul negru È™i cald ne învelea într-un fel de tristeÈ›e creol?, parc? venit? din amintiri foarte vechi.

I love blackjack. But I'm not addicted to gambling. I'm addicted to sitting in a semi circle.

Wind, then rain, and then the blue sky.

The darkness here hadn't randomly happened; it had been created and cultivated.

The nursery maid is pouring paraffin on a sulky nursery fire.

unspoken hangs like smoke in the rooms and corridors of Temple Alice. What is uttered are small asides, loaded with venom:

Everything was out in our crowded lawn, really—love, anger and jealousy. History and intimacy. You could breath it in, thick as fog. I wanted to yell, Get out of our yard!

the air had that midwinter crackle. You know that feeling, like the air might break? .

Sad to be long...thunder & lightning only happens when its raining!!!!

Sloping as gracefully as thighs, the foothills narrow to this, clouds over every town finally indicate the stored destruction.